Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Funny Things Happen at Holiday Season Estate Sales


Funny Things Happen

At Holiday Season

Estate Sales



            In the annual; the year... of estate contents ‘liquidation’ (‘disperse’) (‘distribute’) commonly titled ‘sale’
            Of the object contents of an
            Estate
            By ‘private treaty’ (‘cash on a hand’):
            In this annual...
            The holiday season (Halloween eve to Mr. King’s day with the high spots of “THANKSGIVING” and “CHRISTMAS” “DAY(S)”) I find...
            A funny things (note plural) happen
            That for the amateur antiquarian sleuth; a bargain hunting grabber of ‘good things’ that are ‘valuable’ beyond ‘of themselves’ and “HOPEFULLY” touch the golden rainbow end pot of ‘art’... “I FOUND IT” ...are.
            I am not referring to the inner estate contents trading of heirs, lawyers, appraisers, dealers and such ‘no access’ starting points.  I am referring to one of the solutions from that realm of ‘what is to be done’ “with all that stuff” ‘left’ “In there”.
            “Oh.”
            “Yes:  That stuff”.  “THEY”; the selected they with heirloom photo ID (‘good blood; good genes’) ‘are done’.  “SHE”; the woman who “RAN” the “ESTATE SALE”;
            “You remember; it was three days in July ‘after the fourth’.”
            “SHE” is called up again... without provocation... by the attorney-executor privilege and been ‘spoken to’ that “Look:  We want to put the property on the market the first of January so we need to have it cleaned out.  By then.  No matter what.  Got it?  Can you do that?  I don’t care how you do that.  No it doesn’t matter how much the stuff sells for just as long as
            The property is cleaned out by January first.”
            “Whatever you decide to do is fine send the bill to the estate just as before”
            “Melinda will give you the keys stop by to pick them up.”
            “A three day sale is fine”
            “Some of the heirs are around for the holidays but they are all done in there”.





            What does that mean; that last:  The ‘all done in there’.  Specifically it means that those ‘they’ “THE HEIRS” have... ‘taken’ ‘everything they want’ ‘out’ of the ‘the estate’.  This is the first point where... this (the remaining estate contents) ‘gets interesting’ for the amateur antiquarian sleuth.
            WHY?
            Well... in a distribution of “the stuff” in an “estate” ...usually... ‘the heirs’ may ‘choose’ (note that word) anything they want.  The word choose is not the word TAKE.  This “choose” are objects that have a cash value ‘determined’ and, once ‘appraised’ they then may be ...may... be... “TAKE”; taken by the choosing heir WITH that assigned cash value being deducted from the ‘their cash settlement (s) in the ‘distribution’ ‘of the estate’.  That means that the CHOOSE is not FREE.




            “Oh.  We didn’t know that.  Ah... well... we don’t want it... then... I guess.. ah...” often happens... then.  So a ‘choose’ is then ‘returned’ to the estate contents’.  Sometimes it is not returned (on paper) until ‘well after’ ‘the (estate contents) ‘sale’.
            “Oh.”
            So... this ‘choose’ ‘it’ is ‘still in there’ (part of the not distributed yet estate contents ‘then’.
            Now obviously I know how to keep my eye out for ‘stuff like that’.  My working practice is to... when I encounter a ‘good thing’ ‘being kept by the (heirs of the) estate’... is to
            “Blow it against the wall with a shotgun blast (of money) IF it is a ‘that good’.  I just lower my wallet and pull the trigger.  AFTER the ‘that’ passes through the estate / heir colon (s)... out it comes... in my truck.  But that is only for things that I... ‘encounter a good thing’.  ME – THAT – MONEY.  I leave (throw back) a... lot.
            “Oh.”
            “So...  ‘it’ ‘is still in there’.
            “Oh.”
            And the ‘end of the year’ with ‘the holidays’
            Is here...; ‘is still in there’ TOO.
            “Oh no.”
            “Oh yes.” and... ‘they’ have another estate sale ...during ‘the holidays’ where, unspoken... ‘everything must go’ ‘is priced’ ‘if not priced make offer’ ‘if priced make offer’ if... ‘the last day the stuff is free if you take it away NOW.”
            “Ok.”





            I... “Oh just STOP.  I didn’t have anything to do with this estate anyway and Karen’s ‘Seagull Estate Sales’ “did” the first sale and she’s there NOW doing this... yeah... I know EXACTLY what kind of sale this is.  And it’s the third day too.”




            “Come on Karen how much?”
            “The heirs wanted to keep that.”
            “They didn’t (keep it).  How much”
            “It was appraised for a lot of money.”
            “So what.”
            “Well I’ve already marked it down three times.”
            “So give it to me”.
            “Why don’t you buy some of this other stuff.”
            “How much.”
            “Pick something out”
            “No.  ALL of it.”
            “All of it?”
            “I’ll get it out of here.  You know I will.  Got to be cheap though.  You got like... EIGHT HOURS here of clean out.”
            “You won’t pay (enough).”
            “You’ll have eight hours and three storage units full”.
            “The estate pays for that.”
            “And won’t pay you a cent (for this three day sale).
            “Let me think about it.”
            “What do you have (in sale time left):  Like...three hours to think about it.”
“You know Mr. Delaney (the attorney) don’t you.”
            “Oh yes.  And he knows me.  If you want me it’s better on your watch”
            “We’re going to be cleaning up all day tomorrow”.
            “I start early”.
            “I know you do”.






            Meanwhile my wife had been ‘going around’ in the five room ‘sale’ suite on the first floor of the home (‘property’).  (“Who’s gonna buy this place?  It’s HUGE.”).  We are the only ‘customers’.  She was ‘poking around’ and came over ‘with something’.  It was a ‘basket’ ‘purse’... of some sort... that HERE IN MAINE we... unless this  HAPPENS to be in a three or four generation old coastal Maine “RICH PEOPLE” property ESTATE CONTENTS SALE... ‘don’t see stuff like that’.
            “Oh.”
            “WE” (my wife and eye) SEE STUFF LIKE THAT
            All the time.
            “WE” look for it” commonly phrased ‘can smell it’... going by the estate sale sign out by the road at thirty-five (typical Maine coastal property enclave speed limit) miles per hour.   So she’s already ‘bird dogged’ ‘it’ (the estate sale contents) AND ‘flushed the bird’ that this is the LAST GASP of the ‘this’ ‘that kind of estate’ ‘sale’.  I excuse myself
            After I ask out of the blue ‘is there more stuff left in the other rooms too?’.
            Karen looks at me and says “Yes... but some of it they’re keeping”.
            “But some of it’s gotta go?”
            “Yes.”
            So... the wife and I ‘wander around’ the sale and she keeps the basket purse but the rest of it... using the mentally configured gold scales of estate clean out justice merged with logic and probability... ‘suggest’ that an “I” ‘can get all of this’...crap... ‘for one (cheap) price’ “TOMORROW MORNING”  (“It better be cheap” is the mantra) (“It’s got some pretty good [rich coastal Maine estate] stuff in it [the whole lot]).
            That’s what it really comes down to?
            That’s what it really comes down to.
            Throw in the ‘choose’ that they ‘decided’ they ‘didn’t want’ still in the ‘other rooms’ and ...the ‘more of it out there too we’ll get it out’....:
            “Ok.  I know you guys (will do it and get it done)”.
            “It better dealing with us Karen.  One cleaned out check is easy for you to carry.  I mean:  Your done.”
            “I am done.”





            So we give her the ‘estate sale sticker price’ (left over from July) five bucks for the purse and “Yeah by noon I bet if we go at each other clean first thing in the morning.
            “Noon would be wonderful.”
            “Can do.”
            So we take the basket purse home and...  I mean... we don’t even have to look at this stuff to ‘know’ we ‘are good’ on the ‘this deal’.  I mean... the STUFF (lot) hasn’t even been determined and PRICE hasn’t even been determined but
            I’ll show you what I mean... with this basket purse ‘thing’




            OK so you look at it and it’s this stupid basket purse.  It is all real wood woven with a plywood ‘top’ ‘board’ and little hinges with a plywood bottom board and, like...
            All this stupid decoupage ‘glued on’ ‘applied’ cut paper mostly of words like “ROME” and “RIO” and... the bottom third of the outside basket is
            Hand painted all around the whole ...purse... with a village building scene with...
            I’ll get to that and
            The inside having the ...just touching ‘happening’ ‘sixties’ garish red do-dah fabric lined (‘totally’ still original-‘never used’ ‘clean’) with a “Oh, oh’ on the under side of the lid board signed in paint “Peck & Peck” (the New York department store ‘once a long, long time ago’).  AH...
            The painted buildings village scene has all the buildings having little names like ‘Ritz Carlton’, ‘Harry’s Bar’ and ‘Trader Vic’s’ painted signboard style on them so... like... soooo... oh... ‘late fifties’...?
            “NOT QUITE, RAMBO”.





            “Ok why?”
            On one side... end... the... there is one building there... has “oh” ‘Café au Go-Go’ above the door and that was LIKE
            Greenwich Village Cool Spot 1964 to, like, 1968 with, like... the (Linda Ronstadt) Stone Poneys ‘playing there a lot’.  “Oh....”
            So that dates that and that dates (‘yeah like’) Peck and Peck who came OUT of the fifties at full fashion throttle and ...got trashed... by the Wasp fashion turn to ‘Hippy’.  I mean.... is this purse ‘mod’ or ‘hip’ or ... ‘yikes’.  ONCE it would have been leopard skin pillbox but ‘let your hair down grove’... I feel... we got a ‘going on here’; a last gasp before Peck and Peck went on a New York department store... bad trip.
            Now there are a couple of cool things to notice too.  Wildest to my object sense eye is that the ‘black felt’ on the bottom is... ‘like’... beautifully worn from ‘actual usage and this carries back to the inside being ‘perfect’ ‘clean’ so... like... that’s cool; really used – never trashed.  (the ‘sensitive rich’).  And then...
            This is so stupid...
            On the OTHER END from ‘Café au Go-Go’ is... like... a single building with a single sign that read only “Antiques”.  No name brand; just the generic antiques...
            LIKE ME.
            “Yeah cool tip of the hat THERE for it is true... that at those dates that I ...in my antiquarian dealer dawn days touched too that... it (antiques) were ‘happening’ in the sixties style ‘discovery mode’ (did I say ‘Stone Poneys’?)





            Ok.
            “So what’s the point?”
            The point is that only estates like this one in Maine have ‘stuff’ ‘like that’.  I mean... that whole thing cost money all the way along ...all the way along to the stupid  holiday everything must go ‘sale’ including the ‘if they have THAT what else do they have I’ll take it ALL THANK YOU.
            And this carries to the ‘holiday season where ‘funny things happen’ in estates like the ‘they’ just ‘dump’ ‘what’s left’... from
            These properties are FULL of this ‘each thing is a thing’ stuff and one should
            Never drive by
            An estate sale
            During the holidays
            Even on the third day
            IF
            The ‘property (having the sale) looks like (a) ‘THAT KIND OF PLACE’.










Monday, December 22, 2014

Old New England Glassware in the Home - Part Two - "OMG They are SO Annoying"


Old New England Glassware in the Home

Part Two

"OMG They are SO Annoying"




            Glass was precious:
            In old New England.
            There was none.

            The dates?  1500 to 1750’s.  “Sort of” for this last.  “Sort of” for the first too.
            Ok so there were Europeans and Englishmen ‘in’ New England before the Pilgrims.  They did not read and write
            Much.
            This (essay) is not about that.  It is about ‘old New England glassware in the home’.  I am going to have to repeat this subject declaration over and over to keep ‘on subject’.  I don’t care if that annoys the reader because having to do this annoys me.  I am not re-writing the glass history ‘of’ New England.  I am writing about glassware in the old New England home.  Understanding the actual subject I am pontificating about... I have found... has to be ‘hammered home’.  It is a specific subject.  I have to ‘throw out’ a lot and then... throw out a lot of what I throw out.
            That should make the Part One more clear.  Throwing out has a lot to do with glassware in the old New England home.  When treating this subject I suggest one first throw out the ‘their glassware’.  In their old New England home.
            At the least, that brings the reader to the ‘peeking at’ state of the beginning of glassware in the old New England home that I stated above; ‘there was none’.  IF... by recycling... you TOO ‘have none’ in YOUR old New England home... then you are at an ‘old New England Glassware’ ground zero state TOO.  You have ‘cleaned up your workspace’ by throwing out.




            TOO CHICKEN TO DO THAT?
            OK soooo every time you open the ‘kitchen cupboard’ to ‘fetch off’ a ‘juice glass’ take a second or two to stare at the HELL of your glassware YOU have ‘hiding in there’ and
            Do not call me up wanting me to ‘look at it’.  I do not want to look at the dirty parts of your ...old New England decorative arts... ‘body’.
            “Yuck” is the appraised value of you juice glass collection.
            Or maybe NOW we are at an old New England glassware ground zero?
            “Getting there.” you say?
            Thank you for your efforts to clean OUT this tawdry gathering of ‘glassware and you’ in ...the old New England home.





            Returning:  There was none (glassware in old New England).  Actually there was a very small ‘some’.  It was all ‘brought here’.  On ships.  From ‘there’.  I not going to go into that.  Just touch it a little.
            Beads:  “Indian trade (glass) beads”.  One of the first glass imports into New England.  An ‘easy to understand’?  Better be.  So if you have some of those that, like, you ‘dug up’ in your ‘garden’ and “like KEEP” ... you don’t have to recycle those.  Yeah you can just put the little handful on display in the now glassware free cupboard in the dining room.  This isn’t about that (New England Indian beads dug up in gardens).  That is a big and serious subject.  But.









            Bottles:  AT THE FIRST they were ‘chance’ imports brought by personal vanity and... very quickly traded away for a gigantic profit to ‘Indians’ who, having never ‘seen glass before’ let alone a bottle... ‘had to have one’.  The tradition of trade acquisition was soooo strong that the... best sites and best recorded ‘old New England’ seventeenth century “documented” “bottles” is ‘from (Indian) burial sites’.  Once they got one, commonly, an ‘Indian’ was ‘buried with it’ (his/her bottle).  There is a lot ‘of this’ ‘written’.  I am not writing about this.  I am writing about ‘old New England glassware in the home’.  New England Indian burial found glass bottles are really ‘neat’... though.
            Very quickly and to no surprise, ‘bottles’ were ‘imported’ ‘for trade’.  Not too many; they were always ‘scarce’...
            ‘In the home’.  An ‘old New England home’... might have had a... ‘one bottle for seven houses’ ratio until that bottle was swapped for, well... corn.  To eat.
            Broken glass (from a bottle) was ‘kept’ and ‘used’ to ‘make tools’ like... knife blades and, more often, ‘skin’ (hide) scrapping tools.
            “Yuck” and there was a lot of raw scrapped skin in Old New England homes.  Windows, for example, were not ‘glass’ but were ‘raw scrapped hide’; skin scraped thin enough so that ‘light shines through’








            Pieces of glass:  Actual colonial windows were very scarce.  They were made, stained glass window style, of fitted small pieces of glass held together with ‘lead’.

PIECES of ...looking glass (mirror glass) were deeply coveted by both settlers and Native Americans.  Looking glass was a very... very... very popular trade item with the ladies of the... Continent of North America.
            I am not writing about that... in detail...:  Looking glass IS a foundation glassware in an old New England home.  It is right next to... and preferred to... ‘a bottle’.  “WINDOW GLASS” comes as a distant (very hard to procure) third ‘glassware’... in the old New England home unless... one has some ‘trade beads’ too.  Then window glass is ‘fourth’.  Most settlers only... ‘traded’... trade beads so they were ‘a glassware’ not found in... the... old New England home.




            Back to the recycling.  One did not realize how much tawdry glass... and glassware one has in ‘the home’ these days?  HAD TO MAKE SEVERAL TRIPS over a period of WEEKS to successfully ‘clean out’ all the junky glassware in the home... in an epifocal... effort to ‘ground zero’ this... annoying ratio of abundant bad taste... in the ‘your home’? 




            For myself I:  I ‘started with glass’ so young that I not only did not have any personal glassware like juice glasses (I used ‘my mom’s’***).  I also didn’t have ‘even’ ‘any glass’ ware.  I mean... I was in seventh grade when I started to get serious about MY GLASS.  All the other kids thought I was weird to ‘care about glass’?  Not really.  They just ‘didn’t care’.  So, like, when we were on this boy scout campout and we put our tent right on top of this old logging camp dump filled with old bottles and I went berserk collecting all of them my friend thought I was nuts until he started digging them up himself too and wouldn’t stop
            Either.



            I kept those in my bedroom.  It was ‘glassware’:  “old” glassware in an old New England home.  I added ‘stuff’ (other pieces of old glassware I found) to ‘that’.  I always put the juice glass I used in the sink like ‘my mom’ told me to.  I never thought a juice glass ‘was old’... ‘glass’.
            So I never had a ‘problem’ about ‘what old glass is’ and ‘how to tell that’.  In fact I found that my understanding of this metal (glass is a metal) very rapidly expanded allowing me to ...very rapidly... distance myself from those who ‘don’t-know-glass’.  Those people I found to be ‘annoying’.  Even then they were always showing me “glass” and asking me if it was “ANY GOOD” (old).  It was annoying.



            What I also found ...hasn’t changed... but was a little disturbing at first.  Ah... disturbing at first.  What happened was that if someone handed me a piece of glass like a drinking glass (‘juice glass’) I... ah... looked at it; looked it over.  Ah... like... especially if I was soon to be expected to ‘use’ (drink out of) it.  Yeah... ‘not good’ and became ‘disturbing’.  I’m used to it now.  Still happens; the same ‘quality control aversion – diversion – “Ah... I don’t know about this” – “Ah...”.  I’m just better at it; personal glassware awareness management.  You know; the ‘I’m gonna touch my lips to that’ factor(S) (note plural):
            “Take a look around.
            “Here it comes:
            “Don’t you want any?”
            “No thank you I’m fine”.
            ...
            ...
            “Oh my God.  They are SO annoying!”
            “Who's that dear?”
            “Mrs. Randolph and her sister said that.”
            “About who dear.”
            “I think it was about me... but I’m not really sure.



            Actually I was sure
            That it was not said about me.



            She / her... and her sister Bing had
            “Yes.” Wrapped several “THE OLDER GLASS” ware in
            Paper towels from the kitchen including two “1930’s” hollow stem champagne glasses ah...
            Actually those looked like late 1950’s to my eye and wasn’t she (the mother) a
            War Bride anyway.  I mean like 1941 War Bride so-and
            Eve was married ‘pretty young’ ‘too’ isn’t that right?  Anyway



            They took that glassware in a paper shopping bag to the
            Westchester Glass Club’s annual show (and sale) in (old) Greenwich Connecticut held every year (April-ish).  The best glass show in the nation it is always
            ‘Someone saying that' at the least and that
Is the stinking truth.



            They (Eve and Bing) were showing and telling
            Their saga of... their... glassware in their old New England home?
            Absolutely.  To anyone who would listen.  And they did listen until the first champagne glass was withdrawn from the shopping bag and unwrapped from its paper towel and
            That was the very abrupt end to that wholeness of antiquarian information questing including the “their probably 1950’s at the oldest” ...brisk... summarial... ‘advice’.
            That led to the ...brisk... summarial... “Oh my God.  They are SO annoying!”
            Back at me.
            I was not at Winter’s  (‘Eve’s’) home.  I was at an antiques show.  They; Eve and Bing, want something more from me?
            “Of course they do darling.”





***:  For I, it was always and only “Mother”.  No “Mom” or “my Mom”.  Ever.  That is old New England.