Summer, Books, & Yard Sales

Summer time and the livin' is easy."

Time to slow down,  soak in the sun,  relax with a few good books,  refresh, re-inspire, have fun, and let your imagination run free.

Summer in Parts: Relaxing with a few good books.

I'm back... I didn't go anywhere except for where books have taken me. I've been reading... a lot lately.

I love books! I haven't invested in a Nook, Kindle or the latest Nexus 7 because, like some, I like paper and the physical sensation of holding a paperback, turning pages and sticking bits of scrap paper, magazine inserts, color chips, anything I can find, sometimes actual bookmarks, even tissue paper to denote pausing places and pages worth revisiting or worthy of note taking. These would work... Green Markers created by Yuruliku.

In college, I used to dog-ear pages and underline text with a pen, an unattractive habit thankfully replaced by handwritten notes in steno pads... volumes worth. For me, taking notes are a way of extracting the 'essential guts' of a book, recording brilliant ideas and poetic passages, condensing a book down to its core to be used later as reference or inspiration.

During our 'Stutz' days, in Jenkintown, my studio had a floor to ceiling shallow closet built by Michael to house my books. When the white fold-out doors were closed, it became a solid wall that no one would ever have guessed contained such a huge collection. The books were organized by subject content making it easy to find books at a glance. Even with the doors closed, and some of the books still unread, this 'closet of knowledge' had a powerful presence. It spoke to who I was, what I valued and where I was at any given point in my adult life.

Here's Stutz, a candy store on the first floor, and us on the second and third floors.

We had quite a few of these handmade floor to ceiling closets throughout our 3,500 sq ft loft space. A friend once commented on our monk-like existence, bare, empty, and void of any visible possessions. Visible was the key word because all our 'stuff', tons of it accumulated over many years, was hidden from sight behind these closet doors disguised as walls.

When we got word the building we rented for so many years was sold and we were forced to move, we faced many difficult decisions... the first being... where do we live next? The second... what do we do with all our stuff!?

Thanks to my copious note taking I was able to pare down my book collection to what I deemed essential and unable to part with, while boxing the rest for donation, giveaway, or sale... or something creative like Spanish artist Alicia Martin's use of books in her series 'Biografias'.

We decided on a yard sale.

While most people have yard sales to get rid of stuff they don't want, we didn't want to get rid of anything, but had no choice.

I spent several months looking over all our things deciding what to keep and take with us and which items to designate for our yard sale.

This truly was a stressful time for us. We hated leaving our home and town and I kept looking for a sign from the 'Universe' telling me that this move was going to be okay and that one day we'd be happy again.

That sign eventually appeared.

In the wee hours of the morning, the township had erected several signs on the corner where we lived at Greenwood Avenue and Cedar Streets. They read...DO NOT ENTER. It was apparent that from that day on maneuvering around the neighborhood was going to be a challenge. I took it as 'THE SIGN' that meant it was time to move on.

So Michael placed an ad in our local paper and posted signs everywhere announcing our yard sale. For the location, he listed 'On the corner of "DO NOT ENTER' and 'DO NOT ENTER'... along with an actual physical location...clever boy!

Our sale was set for 9:00 AM. At 7:30 AM, we were surprised to see people in parked cars, 'yard sale devotees' eager for a deal or precious find, as Michael, myself, and dear friend Denisee Pie (my nickname for her) began  setting up shop. Within minutes, those waiting in their cars were out and about and offering to help us get organized. We were amazed and grateful for the extra hands as we were still putting things out when 9:00 AM arrived.

We took over most of the parking lot that belonged to the 'Stutz' building. We had tables and tables and tables set up with items sorted, tagged, and categorized, selling anything and everything you can imagine... merchandise in mint condition, some items never used and an entire stone wall full of books... a zillion books all looking brand new.

This was the mother of all yard sales.

One woman approached me and wanted to know how to become a Barnes and Noble representative. Upon further questioning, it became apparent that she thought I was a small subsidiary of the giant bookseller. She was stunned when I told her all the books were mine.

Another, a teen passing by, spotted an expensive men's leather jacket that I had bought at a 'beyond belief bargain', but wore only twice because it was too heavy. He left, got mom, and $25 later was modeling it and I'm sure beaming all the way home. Another man bought a new pair of Levi Jeans, never worn, but purchased in slimmer times. After trying them on in the garage next door, he too, left a happy customer.

There were Polaroid cameras, kitchen items, vases, art objects, stationery, clothes, handmade crafts, knickknacks and these concrete containers sold without flowers.

You name it... we sold it! One friend, Carol, bought a crockpot. Another friend Lisa, bought a Coach  bag, a fan, shelving, and a magnetic game, continually questioning if I really wanted to sell them. One woman bought so many items I can only imagine she was stockpiling for Christmas, or opening up her own store. With each item she held, she bargained for a discount and we acquiesced. Her young daughter pleaded for a silver plastic tiara, the one D. Pie had given me years back to celebrate my birthday... I am the 'Queen of Birthdays'. This child, now with a crown on her head, fancifully paraded around like the 'Princess of Yard Sales'... sweet!

The stream of people never stopped. My friend Joey 'D' and his friend Phil came up from Center City to check out the event and to surprise us with lunch from Sarcone's Deli, the makers of the best hoagies in Philly. We took turns eating as the crowds just kept coming.

We met so many nice people. Some came looking for bargains. Some came out of curiosity, to see just where this place at the corner of Do Not Enter and Do Not Enter existed. We were so grateful to all who came and shared a bit of themselves.

Our last customers left at 8:00 PM!!!... with a trunk full of stuff like all our planters, a humidifier, two sports jackets barely worn, a broiler still in its original box (bought for an art project I never tackled) among other things. She and her husband talked to us as they shopped. She was a nurse who nursed her husband back to health after a sudden illness. She came back the next day to give us some vitamins and information on the benefits of Pycnogenol. Beverly was her name. She wasn't a rep for the product, just a genuinely good person.

Also returning was a man who didn't have money with him the day of the sale. I just gave him the two books he wanted, but he insisted on paying me the very next day. I found out he delivered pizzas and was an avid reader, reading everything and anything he could get his hands on. He loved my varied collection. I had planned on donating the few bags of books I had left to the library, but gave them to him instead. I knew these books would be in good hands.

Our yard sale was a huge success. Not only did we sell out of everything with the exception of a handful of items and a few bags of books, but we found the whole experience to be somewhat cathartic... purging us of accumulated things, readying ourselves for a major lifetime move, being with friends, meeting new people while having a lot of fun and earning extra cash... close to $2,500!!!

Hmmm... more money for books?... a possibility.

Also possible is that, somewhere, someone, dressed in lightweight summer clothes or swimwear is reclining on a lounge chair, possibly purchased at a yard sale, sipping some freshly brewed iced tea, and enjoying a favorite book... once owned by me!

Hey!... as my brother would say with his New York accent..."Ya neva know."

I'd like to know...

About your yard sale experiences or flea market finds. Have you ever found a gem worthy of The Antiques Road Show?

Books... paper or digital?

What ways are you relaxing or dreaming of relaxing this summer?

Here are a few connections you might find interesting...

The first is a clever, little clip from the people at Hema. Turn on the volume and wait for it to load here. You might see something you like or be reminded of something you already own, stashed in some drawer, just waiting for that next yard sale.

Another short clip... on Alicia Martin's book installation where you can see the pages flapping in the wind here.

And coincidently, gifted to me while I was writing this post, is the newly released book written by Katie Haegele called "White Elephants... On Yard Sales, Relationships, & Finding What Was Missing". I just started reading it and she seems like my kind of writer, speaking in conversational tones. You can read a review of her book here.

Here's to summer

...a time when being idle and enjoying leisure moments

becomes not only acceptable but expected.

Enjoy yours!

Summer, Weddings, & Amusement Rides

"Summertime and the livin' is easy."

Time to slow down,  soak in the sun,  relax with a few good books,  refresh, re-inspire, have fun and let your imagination run free.

Summer in Parts: Fun

As luck would have it, a carnival was headed my way. Perfect timing as I was looking to redesign this blog with something light and colorful that would shout... summer! Images of amusement rides and fairgrounds seemed a perfect choice.

When I called Our Lady of Good Counsel Parish to see about taking photographs of their carnival before it opened to the public, the response was, "Oh, are you from the wedding party?"

Wedding party???... How cool is that! To which I simply answered..."No".

Thankfully, I was given a 'yes' to take pictures before the official opening and when we arrived at the location, we were thrilled to find the grounds open and empty with the exception of a few 'carnies' making preparations for later that evening.

In what seemed like seconds, closer to an hour, 43 shots were taken. Michael and I had great fun moseying about and looking at brightly colored mechanical things and signs from all different angles. We would have stayed longer but the heat was intense, the sun was full, and our stomachs were grumbling. As we started to exit, the manager of Houghton Carnival, smelling all sweet from cotton candy, approached us and asked about my camera and photography... did I like to shoot up close or take distant shots... did I prefer photographing people or empty spaces? We talked for a while and it was mentioned, that if we came back around 3PM, after the church ceremony, I might get some good photos of the bride and groom on the Ferris Wheel.

I had forgotten about the wedding party and thanked him for the inside scoop. Now I wish I had gone back for those nuptial snapshots as this post has taken a direction I never anticipated... 'Weddings and Amusement Rides'... who would have guessed? When I write, I usually have a vague starting point, rarely an idea for a middle, and almost never a clue to the ending. It's like 'round and round she goes... where she stops, nobody knows'. A photo of the married couple going round and round on the Ferris Wheel would have been perfect for this spot.

Truth is... I would have loved my wedding here... pure fun... no formalities or lengthy preparations to be made, and certainly no fancy outfits to be worn! When it comes to fashion, I believe in the words of Henry David Thoreau, "Beware of all enterprises that require new clothes". With that said, I'd like the ceremony and vows to be somewhat traditional, only held under a circus-like tent. The reception would be more free style, with a menu of hot dogs and boardwalk fries for the entree, and ice cream floats and cotton candy for dessert.

For entertainment, there would be rides and games like ring toss, pop the balloon, guess my weight, (let's not), and water squirt races. And there'd be prizes too, souvenirs, of Kewpie dolls, gold fish, and giant stuffed toys and more for everyone!!!

When Michael and I first considered getting married, we envisioned a simple civil ceremony, witnessed by a few friends, in San Francisco, where we lived while 'M' did his graduate work. Our families had different ideas... ideas requiring us to fly back East and marry in more customary ways. I eventually came around to realizing that I was the only daughter, the first to be married, and while I did choose my mate for myself, I needed to marry for everybody else.

The decision to marry was easy.

Finding funds to buy airline tickets and wedding bands was a bit more difficult... a lot more difficult as we were pretty broke, nothing unusual for most college kids back then and now.

Then, out of nowhere, I got this zany idea on how to get my hands on some cash fast... no I didn't place a sure bet on a horse to win in the 7th. Instead, I got tickets to a television game show, 'Bowling For Dollars', with the hope of being selected from the audience and winning the jackpot. I was a good bowler.

Long story short... I got chosen to play, the lane was a prop made of bumpy artificial material, I won a few bucks and a year's supply of Rice-A-Roni, "The San Francisco Treat"... which kept coming long after the year was up, which was very fortunate for us as we were... remember?... broke! Equally fortunate was that the show got cancelled and my embarrassing moments were never televised for all to see. Yea!

One day you may get to hear the long story long, but briefly,... the money we needed came from dipping into Michael's tuition funds and accepting a small loan from a very good friend.

Once back East, my parents paid for the affair they imagined, which included new clothes, a rented tuxedo for my dad, a band, florist, caterer and a judge for the ceremony. Coming from different backgrounds and religions, the decision to have a judge preside over the services was the perfect solution.

And so at 12:30PM, at The Jericho Manor, in Mineola, New York, during the coldest of January's, Michael and I were married before a small gathering of family.

I wish I could recall our judge's name and thank him for the words he chose especially for us, and for the beautiful poem he recited by Khalil Gibran. I wonder too, if after all these years, we are still the only people he wed getting married for the very first time, and in a catered venue instead of a courtroom. I think he would be pleased to know that we are still very happily married and that his presence played a significant role in our positive beginnings.

But as I glance through these photos of carnival rides, I can't help but wonder how different things might have been if this was the place we chose for our wedded bliss. I can easily imagine the two of us dressed in our casual summer attire, strolling the grounds with me carrying my camera taking pictures, and 'M', as usual, standing beside me probably holding my purse. And if I close my eyes, in the background, I can hear the sounds of happy guests laughing, or screaming from heights above the Coater Ride, and the Carousel calliope... piping 'our song'.

Fun!

And for those who say... "what's a wedding without dancing?" go here.

And for the final shot, I have no idea who these people are, but it's summer, it's fun, and they're enjoying the ride of their lives... hopefully, long happy ones.

Surely you have some interesting wedding tales to tell or amusement ride experiences that come to mind. Let's hear them. I deliberately left out the part about turning white like a ghost and throwing up afterwards... not my wedding... Coney Island's Roller Coaster Ride. It was my first and last. That's why I take the photos and leave the rides to everyone else.

Speaking of that once in a lifetime ride, Coney Island's Cyclone just celebrated its 85th birthday on June 30, 2012. You can read about it here and see some photos here.

Have fun...Enjoy your summer!