OldSowBreath
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The craigslist add said, along these lines: "Gigantic estate/garage sale! Grandmother was a hoarder! Tons of boxes and we aren't anywhere near going through them all! House, three sheds and a garage all full!. Tons of jewelry, antiques, coins, comic books and rare books. Bring old clothes and boxes and be prepared to DIG! Re-seller's delight! No reasonable offers refused! Get here early for the best bargains!"
There were some interesting pictures; enough to whet the appetite, so I made the 50 mile round trip.
By the time I got there (early), most items had been set up on professional style tables in the garage, with some spillage over onto the driveway. I didn't need to wear old clothes; I could have worn a tuxedo without any concerns.
Apparently Grandma would buy lots of items, sometimes multiple, identical antique items in boxes with barcodes, and loved to display her antiques with the store's sales tags still attached.
I was a little surprised that Grannie collected picked-over, non-collectible comic books and common coins.
And Maw-Maw must have repeatedly bought her stuff from the same antique store, since the price tags were identical, being those tags you commonly see at most antique stores/malls.
All my reasonable offers for the very few items that interested me were refused outright by her son/grandson/flunky. Apparently, a reasonable offer was the price on the existing antique store price tag. Periodically, the ghost of the dearly departed hoarder ancestor would walk out of the house and survey the non-disposition of her estate. Death did not improve her desire to discount her worldly goods, however.
Oh, well. I do try and learn from my mistakes, but I'm angry that I've made this mistake many times before. In hindsight, every word in the craigslist ad was a red-flag kill word.
There were some interesting pictures; enough to whet the appetite, so I made the 50 mile round trip.
By the time I got there (early), most items had been set up on professional style tables in the garage, with some spillage over onto the driveway. I didn't need to wear old clothes; I could have worn a tuxedo without any concerns.
Apparently Grandma would buy lots of items, sometimes multiple, identical antique items in boxes with barcodes, and loved to display her antiques with the store's sales tags still attached.
I was a little surprised that Grannie collected picked-over, non-collectible comic books and common coins.
And Maw-Maw must have repeatedly bought her stuff from the same antique store, since the price tags were identical, being those tags you commonly see at most antique stores/malls.
All my reasonable offers for the very few items that interested me were refused outright by her son/grandson/flunky. Apparently, a reasonable offer was the price on the existing antique store price tag. Periodically, the ghost of the dearly departed hoarder ancestor would walk out of the house and survey the non-disposition of her estate. Death did not improve her desire to discount her worldly goods, however.
Oh, well. I do try and learn from my mistakes, but I'm angry that I've made this mistake many times before. In hindsight, every word in the craigslist ad was a red-flag kill word.