Braving the heat and the crowds for treasure.

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Husband wanted to go to the annual giant yard sale at the Cumberland Fairgrounds this past Saturday and you know only the lure of cheap treasure would make him wait on this kind of line.

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The gates opened at 9:00am. We were there at 9:01 and the line was already insane. This is just a fraction of it –

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Naturally the heat and humidity came roaring back with a vengeance that day.

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How hot was it?

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Bald men wearing trash bag hats hot.

Was the treasure worth the long line and $10 per person entrance fee?

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I didn’t think so.

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But you know the husband had to fully examine each and every table.

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We were there for nearly 4 hours. Me getting sweatier and crankier by the minute… him never failing to strike up a conversation with a fellow Marine.

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In his hands? Some kind of haying tool and an antique wallpaper ruler.

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And whatever this was.

Treasure?

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You be the judge.

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Zoolak?

This required some research. It certainly doesn’t sound tasty….

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And though there were vintage crates galore, not one was man cave appropriate… so I just came home with a few more albums.

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For Mistermuse –

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34 thoughts on “Braving the heat and the crowds for treasure.”

    1. I usually enjoy flea markets, but this one had too much new merchandise, clothes and pure junk for my taste. There were enough antique sellers to keep my husband occupied though. The temperature was a definite fun killing factor as well.

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  1. Well……I’m sure you could have used your time sitting at a nice, cool tavern drinking a few adult beverages. Instead of walking through that flea market hell hole. But those albums, three out of four isn’t bad, I’m not sure about that Watergate Comedy Hour one. Although it’s probably relevant today as it was back then, lol.

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  2. I remember when all telephone numbers had exchanges, as in my phone number was JUstice 4812. That was a party line, and had nothing to do with political bullshit. Then suddenly it became JUstice 5-4812, and no more party line. But I can still remember how I memorized my first girlfriend’s phone number after one look. JUstice WHitehall 286. (589-4286)! (Other exchanges in Winnipeg included ALpine, CAstle, CEdar, CHapel, EDison, GLobe, GRover, HUdson, LEnnox, SPruce, SUnset, TUrner, and VErnon. (I was actually able to look those up online! I could only remember 7 on my own.)
    Today that would be 1-204-589-4286. I wonder who I would get if I called it today… Lucky for today’s kids they don’t have to memorize a number, they just stick it right into the phone in their hand.

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      1. Yeah. I didn’t use the phone much in those days, but I can remember hearing people pick-up their phones, and not put them down for minutes. No idea what they got out of listening to a 5 yrar-old boy.

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  3. When I lived in Scotland, mid sixties to early seventies, you didn’t even dial the phone. You picked up and waited for the operator, who asked for the number you wanted, which consisted of a town or district, followed by a three or four digit number for us, but more, I guess, for larger places. Glasgow would run out quickly, I would think.

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