With Mother's Day not too far off, here's a 1921 photo of a somewhat weary looking mother with the three youngest of her five children. She was my grandmother, Ida Ellen Bennington Huffman, of Pine Bank, Pa. Her youngest is my mother, Katherine, born May 9, 1920. The other children are Eva, 6, and Jacob, 4.
On Mother's Day this year, my mother will turn 90. Exactly a week later, on the 16th, my father turns 94. He's thinking he might finally give up driving this year, but can't figure out how he will get to the VFW on poker night.
Sometimes I hate yard sales; some days I come home empty handed. Today was not one of those days.
I went to one sale that sounded good in the newspaper ad since it said it included old tins, which I collect. I also needed some I could cut up for a class I'll be taking at Art and Soul, making tin collages.
The sellers turned out to be a nice older couple who had cleaned out their attic. They said they had already sold a hundred or more tins but there were still some left.
Most of the pre-1966 tins were $1 and anything newer was 10 cents or a quarter. Why 1966? Because, according to the owner, that's when bar codes came into existence, so it was an easy way to tell which ones were newer reproductions.
He also had a lot of antique bottles (25 cents each) and I cleaned up on those, since I had just used up all my old bottles in a craft project. I had a whole box full of stuff ($5 total), so I drove away happy.
Until I got a couple miles down the road and remembered the folding wire shopping cart I had seen and meant to ask about. I shrugged and kept going, but I kept remembering the cute altered carts with fabric liners I've been seeing photos of in magazines or on people's blogs. That darn cart just kept calling my name. How much could it be? When would I ever find another one? So I turned around and went back.
"I forgot to ask how much you wanted for this," I said, dragging the poor rusty thing over to the old man.
"Oh, 50 cents," he said.
Sometimes I love yard sales.
Here's one from Flea Market Style magazine. The liner is made from a burlap coffee sack with a border of feedsack fabric and tied on with grommets and cord. You can buy the liners at www.junkrevolution.com. But I remember seeing photos of a pretty flowered shabby chic one that had flaps that folded down over the top edge and they were made from old doilies or something. I think it might have had an extra pocket on the outside, too. I don't think it will be hard to make.
Mona Moore retired in 2006 after 30 years as a reporter and editor with The Press of Atlantic City. She has since reinvented herself as an artist/crafter, jewelry maker and teacher. Her work can be found at The Maple Tree in Seaville, Primrose in Somers Point, Small Craft Advisory in Stone Harbor and the Riverfront Renaissance Art Center in Millville. Her etsy site is www.bluemooncrft.etsy.com.
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A secret weapon
“Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air and send millions of little parachutes floating down to earth -- boxes of Crayolas. Not little boxes of eight. Boxes of 64, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime. And people would smile and get a funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.” --Robert Fulghum