Yard Sale

Yesterday, Elaine and I went to a yard sale that was off the beaten path. In fact, it was well out into the countryside. As we pulled into the driveway, there were old weathered wooden chicken coops and a house to match. There were 3 ladies who had set up in the yard with their modern items, next to a scene that could have been right out of the 1930’s. We were told that their grandmother had lived in this house up until the time she died. As I stepped inside the house, it was obvious that whoever had lived here had been dirt poor. There was a faded calendar on the wall dated 1963. A bed with dusty sheets and a spread. An old chair, and an old sink barely hanging onto the wall. The house was right out of the great depression. But the most remarkable thing was all the jars of canned goods that had been put up, and never eaten. According to one of the ladies, the jars were $1.00 each. I guess they thought that the jars were so old, they were collector’s items. I couldn’t help taking a few photos.