Saturday, November 22, 2014

Coon Hill - Part Ten - "Stop! Thief!"

Coon Hill

Part Ten

"Stop!  Thief!"

            The puzzle on table number three.  Instead of offering to art-wise and commercially explain a... 19th century cast steel and painted ‘sculpture’ of a young girl ‘at quoits’ (ring toss) on her, she slipper footed, lawn, (probably French but possibly Austrian...):  Instead of that I will also not and commercially explain... the old English Victorian cottage figurine of the fox hunter, the fox, his dogs and his horse... with their vibrant polychrome color and ‘characteristic’ worn gilt gold highlights... once ‘tied by a ribbon’ and ‘hung on a wall”?  “OH that’s just old (fireplace) mantel TRASH”... here found in a rural Maine farm THREE THOUSAND MILES from where it was ‘made’.

            Why not be fair to all of the antiquarian imports to the ‘this estate clean out’ that have been found by I and pitched on ‘table three’.  I like the possibilities of the little painting best for it is... ‘of that ilk’ yet “AMERICAN” (New England).  Too.
            It; the little old painting in its ...original gilt gold frame ‘as framed by the artist’ and ...sold so... at the... local... gallery ‘downtown’.  Gallery downtown?
            Why of course for this little bitch (sight size four by six inches) of an ‘oil painting’, ‘artist signed’, has a ‘gallery label’ ‘intact’ and a... ‘still there’ too... on the original gallery framed dust paper on its back... too.  “SEE?”:  it says “Walter Heywood... Providence, Rhode Island”.  That is just where the artist ‘lived’, ‘painted’ and, well, TRIED to ‘sell these’ (paintings he painted that ...look just like this one).

            He was a busy man though; this artist; Walter Whitaker, a ‘the dean of Providence painters’.  How does one get to be that?  Well Walter did by becoming ‘the first instructor of oil painting at the Rhode Island School of Design’.  What a bad boy he was.
            And he painted ‘these’; this little tiny signed framed-in-gilt-gold... Victorian re-do of seventh century type Dutch ...still life... to be... including the frame and the gallery label... ‘hung’ (displayed for sale)... so a ‘walk in the door’ “women mostly” of ‘obvious fine taste’ “MAY I BUY THAT ONE.  TODAY.  PLEASE”.  And she did.
            She took Walter’s work home and... leaving it in the brown paper it was carefully wrapped in at the gallery... took it with her
            On the train
            To Maine.
            “I just thought that Estonia should SEE a pretty picture when she
            Wakes up in the morning”.
            That’s how it ‘got there’; into the little room in the attic chamber of an old, old, very old... old farm... in
            I am the one taking it ‘out of there’.  NOT YOU or anyone else.  EVER.  Just me... stealing it.  And I know exactly what it is too.  It is an American ...Victorian... painting.  Is it American art?  I know that too; the answer.  Why don’t you try... to answer.  Too.
            “Typical of his work” isn’t it.
            Does that mean that me... the BEST thing about this painting is that it was ‘in there (the old Maine farm) and ‘up there’ (in the chamber room) and that it was I who ‘found it’ and
            Put it
            On ‘puzzle table three’.

            There is nothing wrong with the painting... and its package (frame, dust paper, gallery label, et al).  In fact it is in PERFECT CONDITION... because... no one, including Estonia, ever cared about it ‘being there’ at all.  I am, I am confident, the ‘first person’ to ‘do that’; ‘care’.  Your number two.  IF you do care.
            That means the ‘other stuff’ ‘like that’ I found ‘in there’ too?  Yes.  That’s where that stuff came from:  on a train... to Maine.  “Cultural enrichment” endeavors by well meaning and well healed “FAMILY”.  It worked too:  All of the boys went to Bowdoin.  Then were killed in a war.  No one... in the old, old Maine farm... ‘collected’ “ART”.  They just ...had some around.
            For me.
            To find.
            And steal.

The puzzle on table number two.  Is too... about art.  But here, by my divination upon discerning the ‘old stuff’ ‘in there’... it is about ‘American (New England) Art’.  I:
            And was pleased and relieved... to ‘find’ ‘that’ ‘in there’.  I put that stuff on table two and
            Stole it
            Now I know the glance-of-eye that separates that on table two from that on table three.  I know that it is NOT I and my EYE that has divided the discernment so I and my eye ‘don’t have to worry about that’ for finer eye than I have, have very long, ‘done that’.  And I will speak to that ...with the thief; I will specifically discourse with him ‘about art’ when I return us (Part Two at the end) to I speaking with the thief when we are alone together in the old house... and together with that (the able two and table three stuff)... too. 
            BUT:  I touch for support... now...  of that-coming-later, a notice of the helpful NEED to ‘work with’ ‘design’ I go along... doing this (clean out old Maine estates).  SO I just mentioned above ‘The Rhodes Island School of Design’.  What does that mean?  It means ‘art school’.
            And ‘school’ means ‘studying design’?
            Do I care
            If you care?

            I... at table two brushed off (the attic dust off) two... old... paint... brushes.  “YES; PRETTY”.  Actually not.  Visually they are a bit of a ponder for they are forms... not encountered (‘old paint brushes’) so the first view may perplex.  The two I found; a ‘household set’ of a ‘big one and a little bit smaller one’ ‘identically made’ ‘hand made’ by a ‘once’ a ‘brush maker’.  A crafts person who made paint brushes and...:  Could one make a living in 19th century rural Maine making ‘paint’ ‘brushes’?  Or were they made in England and... ‘brought over’?  It was cost effective to do ‘that’ (import paint brushes)?

            Ok so these brushes... once the “I OLD STUFF” puts the breaks on and... LOOKS AT THEM ‘design form’ denoting the horse hair, the strips of iron wrap, supporting stammer of rivets holding the hair, the handmade carved wood (oak) handles the... it took more than thirty minutes to make ‘one’ didn’t it... one’s eye searching ‘design’ quickly denotes.  Making a... making that... that will be used in the... making of a ‘something else’... (“HOW DID THEY PAINT the pumpkin pine farm house walls OLD RED?”) is here noted by eye to have been ‘white paint’, that is, WHITE WASH, ‘brushes for’.  These are old handmade whitewash paint brushes.  “Oh... huh... cleaned ‘em good too.”  Yes; the two brushes are remarkably well preserved too... after being ‘well cared for’ by ‘the user’.  I this kind of design... “IT’S ALMOST LIKE IT’S ART”.  Could it possibly be that old New England handmade paint brushes for painting whitewash on old New England homes... fences... butteries could be... of a true... art... SHOULD one ever... inspect ‘their design’.
            That’s what puzzle table two is all about; what’s ‘going on there’; the American (New England) Art.
            I’m stealing it.

            Puzzle table number one?  I covered that in Part Nine
            With the leeks
            And beets:
            She didn’t care... Her puzzle table tells me... about the ‘old stuff’ in the estate.  She lived ‘otherwise’ and was ‘well settled of things’.
            It (the ‘stuff’) was there
            She didn’t care.
            Nor did she ‘do anything about it (the stuff) ever.  Never, ever “did”.
            I am the one who “did”.
            Steal it
            I was the first person to do that?
            She knew that?
            I, then, went down and retrieved the Coon Hill sign... Her spirit ‘told me to’.
            I knew the thief would be there; at the bottom of the ladder... looking up at me?
            Of course.  He couldn’t stand it; to be out done by a better thief than he.

            One last for puzzle table one?  An antidote (cure)?  Or a ‘piece of the stuff’?
            Beth... sold her honey... and her herbal teas... at the local (“farmer’s”) market.  In a field.  In the ‘summer’.  Across from her Terry (Terence) Halifax sold... his small tree stump ‘wood carvings’ of little bears and other animals (mostly bears) he ‘carved’ with his small chainsaw.  Big, beefy, flapping shirt tails and, aside for his size, otherwise not much to look at... he did “always” show up, show up on time, show up clean and... was very patient with the tourist who... did actually buy many of his little chainsaw carved ...little bear carvings.  Beth sold her honey and teas ‘across’ from him and
            ONE DAY said to Her when she had purchased a small jar of honey that she (Beth) wondered ...out loud... ‘what she could do to EVER catch his eye’.  ‘She’ (of this tale), holding her little jar of honey, looked ‘across’ too and, peacefully pausing in her view for a minute, then turned back to Beth and said “Perhaps... if you put some honey mustard and strips of bacon in you hair that will do it”.  They both laughed.
            BUT the NEXT WEEKEND Beth came DOWN the booths of the ‘across the field from her’ carrying a tin tray with two pounds of  ‘still hot’ cooked bacon and, as she came upon Terry’s booth and started to veer across the field to her booth from Terry’s booth she... flaunting her... baited trap... DID ‘catch his eye’ and HE (Terry) said “Whoa girly where you going with THAT?”.
            She, a little flustered at the prompt success of her trap, says “I have a jar of my honey, some of ROGER’S mustard, a loaf of ***** Bakery’s BREAD and WITH THIS BACON FROM Bob’s he just cooked for me I MAKING SANDWICHES would you LIKE ONE?”
            “Well I do think I WOULD.” said Terry.
            And now... over fifteen years later, married with two growing children, Beth and Terry still are always... happily together... set up at the (farmer’s) market.  Beth has been ‘long been told’ by ‘Her’ that she (Beth) ‘still owed her’ for ‘the witchcraft’.  This stood to the day of ‘Her death’ and... continues to this day.  “I still owe Her” she says.
            Now how am I going to steal that: “Put honey mustard and strips of bacon in your hair that will do it”?
            I put it on puzzle table one.
            And then stole it.  I just showed it to you.  Want to buy it?  Could be one of the best things I found in this ‘estate clean out’.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Coon Hill - Part Nine - "Door Bar"

Coon Hill

Part Nine

"Door Bar"

            If... a man stealing is a second issue... for me... in an old New England estate clean-out...:  AND IF I set up the first issue of the clean out of the estate to be my mental fabrication of three card tables of puzzle pieces of  ‘stuff I found’ that... I qualified at my beginning of amplification upon those ‘puzzle pieces set up’ with...:

“In this estate I had two issues.  The first seems trivial to the pilfering approach of an estate while the second was the stealing raised at the opening of this tale.” (Part Eight).

            One could, by oversight, just read by that utterance.  Probably shouldn’t.  I didn’t.
            The first issue; the puzzle pieces tables... have something to say about pilfering (stealing) from this estate?  They raise the quandary of pilfering (stealing)... and expand the traditional notion of estate pilfering (estate stealing).
            The... three puzzle tables, in reverse order were (1) a discernable group of better quality true antiques that were brought into the estate by... well-to-do family... ‘from away’  (Were these antiques, themselves, pilfered?).  (2) A handful of splendid Northern New England made antiques that are classic... old Maine farm... ‘attic treasure’... antiques.  (3) the curious need to set up a first table to put puzzle piece about the old dead woman herself.  A... portrait... of... her... self; the ‘her’ whole ‘lived there’ self... portrait that she, herself, painted (so to speak) with her actually very scanty ‘stuff’ (puzzle pieces)...; she painted... for me?  No:  For ‘us’.  That includes pilfering, stealing and the... those who did/do that.
            It is this first table I look at to fit puzzle pieces to, well... superficially... ‘explain’ the other two tables... but discover quickly that I, in doing the puzzle on this table... recalibrate... the other tables... the contents of the estate, the ‘stuff’ of that contents and... the pilfering of all... that... stuff.
            SHE... being dead... left me with my flashlight and the spaces to shine it in so I noticed before that there was ‘cellar’ (not ‘basement’) (Part Eight) and... I’d locked ‘the buildings’ so that, closed and dark, they too required ‘my flashlight’.

            At the top of the cellar stairs there was, on the fireplace / chimney shelf... squash, empty clean canning jars and a pair of brass candlesticks with ‘new’ candles in them (‘in case the power goes out’... as if she cared).  Below on that side of the ...cellar stairs... was a harness of brussel sprouts set upon a brown paper shopping bag of ‘potatoes’.  Both were her last (?) farmer’s market purchases?  On the opposite side was a single sweet potato and a ‘store bought’ bag of ‘Vandalia’ onions.  Warning shots across my bow... these were and I... DID NOTICE THAT ... in addition to... TAKING THEM.  “Pilfer?” you say.
            I bought the estate.  “Brown Clean” titles the end product of the ‘estate clean out’.  I took.  “THEY” “ARE MINE”.  If I had not put them as ...puzzle pieces... on my ‘Her’ table... I ...would have felt that I DID steal them; pilfer.

            Down the cellar stairs to its bottom and there I find:
            TWO washtubs of leeks
            A single tub of carrots
            TWO bushel baskets one third full of beets
            FIVE cabbages in a row.
            TWO bushel baskets one third full of onions.
            The cellar (exterior bulkhead) door.
            “OVER THERE”
            With it barred with a
            “Door Bar” (inclusive of those words written on it... in old black paint)
            We took that ‘stuff’ too.
            “Didn’t she eat an AWFUL LOT of BEETS!”

            There were, actually, still ‘some leeks’ in the garden.  “THE DEER HAVE EATEN ALL THE CHARD.”  WE:  The ‘row’ of brussel sprouts... was harvested... leaving the sprouts ‘on the harness’.  “LOOKS LIKE WE ARE GOING TO A FARMER’S MARKET!”
            Stealing ‘Her’ garden?  Pilfering ‘Her’.  That’s right:  Pilfering ‘Her’.  Yes or no?  What puzzle table are we putting this on?

            So in the barn there’s her old... hardly ever worn... ever... “Woolrich” “hunting coat” ‘hanging’ up...:  “She didn’t wear it”.  ON the table that PUZZLE PIECE is ‘out of character’; she only ‘had’ what she actually used (one third bushels of beets).  “SOMEONE GIVE THAT TO HER... and she KEPT THAT... ‘cause of that; they give it.”  Could that be a GIFT from a THEIF?

            Now... her bushel basket ...hoard... back past the coat in the dark barn... “She kept too many of those.  MICE living in ‘em SEE there’s one NEST in the BOTTOM OF THAT ONE.”  The rest of the stuff there too... that birdseed bag:  “PRICY” that stuff is she USED THE BEST”.   “Huh.”

            “We’ll get that CLEAN OUT right along.  TOO DARK for pilfering huh;’ NEEDED a light IN THERE.”
            “They don’t STEAL them BASKETS.”
            “Well you CAN SELL ‘EM right now.  (late ‘mid fall’).  A LITTLE scramble RIGHT NOW for ‘em”.
            “YEAH BUT not a STEALING scramble.”
            “Yeah right.”
            “THAT’S her TOOLS.  ...Two pitchforks huh.”
            “One’s bigger that the other.  I use them SMALL ones all the time MYSELF.”
            “Put it on the table”.
            “THE TOOLS?”
            “Oh I’m sorry.  Put ‘em in your truck.  I was just thinking out loud”.
            “Am I stealing her tools?” ...I said to myself.
            “Take the ones in the wheelbarrow.  Take that too.”
            “She’s got a few more (wheelbarrows) inside the shed.”
            “We’ll get ‘em”.
            I put the single sweet potato from the cellar stairs up on the dash of my truck.  I didn’t want to loose it.

            “SHE LIVED... as CLOSE to the GROUND as anyone I ever know.  AND I SKIN THINGS IN MY BACKYARD.  I don’t think I EVER seen her wearing SHOES in the SUMMER.  THEY SAY SO but I never ever seen her SPIT.  SHE was a LADY.  NOW YOU KNOW she had all the money SHE EVER NEEDED and I SEE that she didn’t ever NEED MUCH OF THAT.  But she was FINE; her... being a LADY.  But you know that.
            “She look you... you know.  Up and down.  ONCE SHE KNEW I WASN’T A HALF WIT we were JUST FINE.  ASA (Part One)... him STEAL’EN her.  Little mousey RAT HIM around HER what she DOING keeping HIM AROUND.  WELL THEN I FIND OUT that of course HE’S CUT from that SAME CLOTH.  Somewhere back there HE IS THAT.  ONCE.  But SHE:  She was ALWAYS a LADY.”

            Is that another card table I need to set up?  NO.  It’s the second issue.  I already said that.

            “SHE HAD... her chickens.  So then MR. FOX would get her chickens.  SO she say to me.  I can get Mr. Fox I say.  NO she says; I like him too.  So she run out of chickens.  Fine ok she says she don’t eat many EGGS anyway.  So she BUY a few eggs at the (farmer’s) market.  You know; just TWO.  EGGS.  And she buys everything else TOO.  Her little pocket book; her little CHANGE purse.  YOU KNOW:  SNAP.  Everyone LOVED HER.  Didn’t NEED MUCH.  Never.  I always said SHE knew more about FARMING than a FARMER.  They took her TREE.  ONE TIME.  The town said it had to go.  Big (white) PINE by the road.  Down at the END of her (Coon Hill) ROAD.  They took it.  SOLD IT.  They didn’t treat her right.  STEALED IT they did.  That wasn’t right; a lady like that.  YOU CAN STILL SEE the stump.  You do that to me your friggen DEAD I told one of ‘em.  Then he claimed she CHEWS and SPITS.  IMAGINE if she HEAR THAT.   Might hear it NOW she’s DEAD.  She was that way YOU KNOW:  Magic.  I always loved her.”

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Coon Hill - Part Eight - "Pilfering... A Pilfer-ette"

Coon Hill

Part Eight

"Pilfer... A Pilfer-ette"

            I have, here again in my lifetime, endeavored to capture by word portrait the complex and composite roar of an antiquarian estate clean-out; the removal of “the stuff’, from an old... and never disturbed...  by a “OUTSIDE OF THE FAMILY”... New England (Maine) homestead... including too... ‘buildings’, barns and ‘property’.  This procedure fascinates me... especially when it is my hand, my eye and my flashlight ‘at work’ within this ...craft.  I am mindful... of the numerous wholes... that I...
            “Well now... haven’t we... finished YET?”
            Of course not and the reading reader of my screeds (this blog) knows well that getting to a plateau of cleaning-out whereby ‘them’ who are ‘around’ are finally gotten rid of and “WHY THIS IS WONDERFUL” to be, now, alone and still... ‘cleaning out’ ...turns the point it is... for me... in each estate.

            And the first descriptive word is ‘desperation’.  THAT must be the household horror... of the emptying homestead.  A desperate horror of roaring emptiness ever more completed by I.  IN QUIET.  Very quiet... in these old homes it becomes.  Now.  Even the mice have been routed so ...curious noises ...are scant... and desperate... too.
            I know the rooms are not empty.  I know the stairs to the attic... is my heart.  I know the cellar... is not a basement.  I know I will ‘look over there’.
            I locked the barns and buildings too... to prevent further pilfering.  So much today is pilfering... in the antiquarian trade villages.  Little men with hulking forms and... little women wearing not particularly clean dresses.  Little pillow cases of pilfer they vend... in the antiquarian trade villages.  Where do they garner their pilfer?  Yes... I just said ‘garner’ to convey that this pillowcasing of antiquarian pilfer is... a conscious action.

            That is not particularly nice of me to say that in their conscious stupidly they... steal... poorly.  But since they steal from me I have no qualms about observing how stupidly done their pillowcasing of antiquarian pilfer actually is.  Crows... dumping out their fence post top cup of hoarded treasure:  I’ve written a rather long set of posts about crows and their crafting with baubles; “The Crows Nest”.  Good luck with that.  I am not in the mood to hold your hand.  These crows; that I speak of here, dump out their pillow cases... of rather tawdry and miss-managed ‘garner’... before the marketplace and... I  “trace it back” to NO WHERE and only if they are very lucky do they ‘ever’ ‘have something’.  As most settings for a pilfering ‘have nothing’ then ...they pilfer that; nothing.  And then endeavor to vend that; nothing.  A round-robin.  A circle?  A really desperate endeavor when viewed by a knowing eye... this be; this pilfering.
            Of course this doesn’t prevent the pilfering.  Finding out later that ‘it wasn’t worth it’ is... difficult for stupid people who do not ‘know anything’ about ‘antiques’.  I am saying that the CROWS do a better job ...of stealing.  That’s important here; in this tale:  Stealing.

            Now there is the normal estate-clean-out-stealing whereby the ‘temptation’ (so called) to, for example, stuff a newly attic drawer discovered and still unidentified tintype of a posed Union Army Civil War soldier... with a knife in his belt, a cumbersome ‘gun’, cocked cap, brass buttoned uniform and ‘I CAN’T READ WHAT IT SAYS’ brass belt buckle... down the front of one’s pants and... then... excuse oneself ‘for a minute’ to ‘get that’, crow like.... to a ‘their fence post’.  I can follow-up their trail?  I don’t have to.  I am a ‘there’ before them; moving ahead of their... arrival... and am very... yes very... very... fast ‘at that’ (moving ahead... of their... arrival).  That works the best... and leaving the leavings very, very fast TOO... I do.  They still pilfer from the leavings; a rusted... dented... peanut butter tin... of no collector account and missing its lid too... is seen ‘vending’ a week or two later.  But I did see ‘that one before’ and ‘remember it’ so... remember it ...with a “you?” “how did you get that?”
            “You got to watch ‘em.  All of ‘em.” A long dead lord of estate clean-out long ago told me.
            But actually, it’s easy to ‘get under control’.  If I say ‘show up at nine o’clock’ they WILL show up at nine o’clock so have left me... well... depending on the season... a certain three to five hours ‘there’ ‘before’ least... to ah... ‘take care of the problem’ before “THE DAY” begins.  “Other” areas are ‘locked out’ until ‘they are ready’.
            Well here; in this estate I had two issues.  The first seems trivial to the pilfering approach of an estate while the second was the stealing raised at the opening of this tale.  I tread the first.... first.

            The estates all tell stories and... I enjoy the stories and... so... as I have alluded, they are (the estates and their ‘stuff’), I said, “A puzzle piece of a puzzle that this puzzle is a piece to a larger puzzle that is even that too; a puzzle piece too of a larger piece of a puzzle” (Part Seven).  As I go along in each estate clean out I setup mental card tables to collect the puzzle pieces and ...set up more mental card tables for more puzzle pieces too... and I enjoy doing that ...especially as the ‘as I go along’ I begin to see ‘what the puzzle(s) is(are) AND that a ‘a puzzle’ becomes too... a larger puzzle (?) “and then some”.  And this is for me
Just like some people
            Watch TV.
            “Murder” I wrote?
            So here... in THIS estate I find myself with THREE  ‘neat oh’ card table puzzles.  One puzzle table is She, the dead woman, and her ‘she lived there’.  This puzzle was formerly qualified by a first day clean-out team woman in a not so clean dress as “How did she live like that (!)” (Part Six).  This ‘live like that’ includes her sock drawer, the death chair, the rain water laundry and the previously clearly stated of her being “well settled of things” (Part Four).  Educated, wealthy and nature focused wise... she harvested a... well how about a Scot Nearing-ish life... during her life... with a Hell bent ‘old Yankee’ practical step that... included me putting her actual pair of Sears work boots... on that puzzle table too.

            I do not, myself, care about Scot Nearing
            So know that She did not either.
            She was ‘Hell bent” Yankee and that is a radicalized intellectual state... I know well and understand concisely.  How do I know She was a ‘radicalized intellectual’ Yankee?  Look at her ...washer and dryer; her laundry.  That is a pure expression of radicalized Yankee.  It is an action; a dynamic, and... intellectually well formed.  She started with ‘dandelion wine’ (Part Three) and ...left her last batch of laundry for me to ‘fetch out’ of the wash tub.  I notice... ‘stuff like that’.  So I noticed there was more ‘stuff like that’ (puzzle pieces that I put on this first card table).  And... those are for me to know.  Not you.  I ‘own it’ (this puzzle).  Not you.  I may show you ‘things I found’ ‘every now and then”.

            The second card table puzzle is a little more antiquarian.  It is classic New England antiquarian actually.  It is ‘the good stuff’ ...of old New England... antiques.  It is the puzzle pieces of the really, really, ...really real old New England (Maine) farm homestead ‘antiques’ that one ‘dreams of finding’ in an ‘old New England farm that... ‘only the same family’ has ‘always lived there”.  Simplified; it is their Colonial era ‘brought with them’ (the first chair Part Three), the settlement era ‘made there’ (in the community of the homestead), the Federal era New England ‘flourish’ of handmade decorative arts, the ‘old farm’ (“country style”) of all of those and... the classic ‘never finished’ ‘chamber’ (“attic”) to put those things in that... need to be differentiated from those that were actually still in use at the same position in the home or outbuilding ‘just as they’ve always been’...too.  For this last, I am denoting that it is I who... ‘took’ the ‘dish top candle stand ‘out’ of the ‘it’s room’ for ‘the first time in two hundred years’.  I... I, I , I... EYE ‘Take that; the top drawer of the chest of drawers out... for the first time in... well... ‘ever’ and... well... ‘put it in the truck’.  That could be a ‘so lucky you’?  I doubt it.

            Here, in this estate, there was a substantive handful of ...just that; New England decorative arts that ‘represent well’ that directive... without... there being any one thing ‘too good’ nor a one thing being ‘fall back’ ‘no good’.  Just a classic old New England farm house rustic ‘always in there’ (the “came from that place”).  I never say a word about these fineries:  If one does not know... then one does not know.

            The third puzzle on its third card table is... well... we ‘fall back’...  but not so far.  It is a stone in the middle of the stream... I... noticed ‘right along’.  The usual ‘fall back’ would be the ‘rest of the stuff’’ ‘below’ the ‘good stuff’.  And not merit its own puzzle or table.  It is the Civil War tintype.  “OBVIOUSLY HE’S FAMILY”, etc... et al... and “ok it’s good too”.  But, you know, day to day, ‘that stuff’s around’ (1825-1900 stuff).  That means one CAN ‘buy’ (find) a “Civil War tintype”.
            No... here was a ‘pay attention’ something else.  It is that... I... very promptly found ‘other good things’ ‘in there’ that addition to being good antiques... ‘came from somewhere else’.  This means that these GOOD objects were not “OF” the original estate contents but had, over centuries, been ‘brought in’ to the estate.  From where?  Well... from family.... or ‘by family’ or... “I think”.  Somehow... the English Regency drum top stand (1800-1830) found place for itself in the woman’s bedroom.  She didn’t move it in there.  It was ‘there’.  Someone used it by the window once ‘with a plant on it’ so ‘water stained’ the leather top.  The dead woman kept ...some... ‘papers’... “in it”.  Anyway... I’m talking about ‘stuff’ like that.

            And... there was enough of this... wealthy family-people from away-brought that home with ‘em ‘stuff’ ‘in there’ that I, well, had to set up a puzzle table.  The painting in the chamber’s room (Part Six); the ‘where did that come from?’ is now explained.

            And I had to make sure that ‘nobody steals that’.  And ask myself... has an ‘anyone’ stolen ‘anything’ that I... ah...:  Are there any puzzle pieces missing?  That is where this tale started... with a thief looking at me from the bottom of my ladder (Part One).  I knew that he pilfered for years from the buildings on the property.  As I said at the end of Part Two: “You’ve still got a barn full of her stuff.”.  This man is the second of the two issues of this estate.  I now tread this second issue so return us to where we left this man; now the second ‘issue’ of this estate.  I remind, he and I are together in the mostly cleaned out old house... alone.  But we know now that he is... could be... or should be... discerned by I... as pilfering; he is a pilfer-ette of pieces to the....: “A puzzle piece of a puzzle that this puzzle is a piece to a larger puzzle that is even that too; a puzzle piece too of a larger piece of a puzzle”?
            I knew of this; the man and his puzzle piece(s) before I started to ‘clean out’ this estate.