Beginning today is a new blog section
titled, “Diamonds in the Rough,” covering many of the places in the
world (maybe not quite all but many) where one finds, buys & sells
antiques. Just look at your local and major newspapers in the Classified
Section to find the places that are hosting these events:
èAuctions èAuction Sales èIndividual Classified Sales èDownsizing
Sales èFlea Markets èEstate
Sales èGarage Sales èMoving
Sales èYard Sales
Today, I will post about finding
antiques at an Estate Sale.
On a
misty Friday morning, my daughter and I went to check out an Estate Sale at a
home we knew of in town. The home was of a prominent family and the sale was
being held in the house itself. The ad in the local paper read:
Items for
sale were 18th & 19th Century Furniture &
Antiques, China, Porcelain, Oriental Rugs, Antique Toys & Christmas
ornaments, collectibles, postcards, and much more. As the ad read, we knew
parking in the historic area was limited, but we knew where the house was and
where to find parking. So off we went, umbrella in hand.
When we
got there, about a dozen people were already in line, umbrellas soaked with
rain. As we waited, we observed the deteriorating condition of the fairly
recently constructed home. In fact, we saw it being built in 1996. So as for
the home being historical, it was not, but the neighborhood was.
As we
waiting, conversations among the crowd were casual and friendly. My daughter
asked the lady standing next to her if she knew the family. “Absolutely,” the
neighbor stated. “My family and theirs were friends for many, many years. The
owner was a well-known building contractor. He built this house.” I could read
my daughter’s mind as we both looked at the peeling paint on the windows,
wondering if he was such a fine builder, why was his house in need of repair.”
I soon found out the reason.
As
she continued to talk about the family and taking much pride in her
knowledge of them, I asked her if she knew the reason for the estate sale. Her
face became somewhat melancholy when she said the couple were both deceased. With a quick recovery from
the brief glum mood, I asked her if she knew why everything in the house was
for sale.
Were
there not family members that should have been given these antiques?
Emphatically she replied, “Oh! There are three children and they had already
taken what they wanted!” What was left I guess they didn’t want. And goodness
me, the things they left behind made me question not only why, but what were
the things they did keep? As we finally gained access into the house . . . two had to leave before two more would be let in, we were directed to go into the formal living room still filled with many pieces of fine furniture. Most of it still nice but worn. You could tell that the residents of the home were wealthy and had exquisite taste. Next room was the formal dining room, paneled from ceiling to floor, and must have been the site of many fancy
dinners. The table had stacks of beautiful china, glassware, and tablecloths. On a small table were a selection of old books. As my daughter is a bibliophile at heart, she was thrilled when she found a child's school book she had to have. I have plenty of dishes and glassware, so off we went into the kitchen. You could tell that it was a serious culinary center, counters and cabinets everywhere. Again, piles of dishes, rows of crystal glasses, many colorful vintage Depression glass, all there for the buying.
Nothing here for us, so we stepped down on
thru the long hall into the family room. Gracious me! There was an entire wall
of shelves with more china and porcelain antiques,
knick-knacks, books,
statuary, candlesticks, etc. On a large table, silver platters, teapots, and
more dishes covered every inch. There was two massive chests, a large glass
curio cabinet, two wooden armchairs and a very fine card able. With all that
furniture, one would wonder if there was room for people.
Again,
nothing we wanted, so up the long staircase we went, then directed into a large
bedroom. Here tables of toys reigned, evidence that there were children in
this family and the builder husband/father created dollhouses, cradles and toy
furniture. Boxes of Christmas items filled several tables. The children must of
love reindeer because there had to be at least eight boxes of them alone. In
the dressing room were more boxes
of Christmas tree glass ornaments, many
vintage and very collectible. I even looked for one particular ornament I
remember has a kid, but have yet to find it.
The only thing I found that I wanted was a miniature replica of the
famous statue of the Three Graces. My daughter bought it for me.
Back
downstairs to pay for our finds. While my daughter waited in line, I looked
around and felt the sad emptiness and silence that was soon to be in this house
once filled with children, dinner parties and life. Sales like these make me
sad. Even though the descendants got what they wanted, none of them wanted to
keep the house. It was being sold after the sale. If one of them kept the
house, that bookcase in the family room would have made a perfect Family
Museum. It could have had some of those vintage toys, a few of those gorgeous
dishes, photographs and antiques on display. But it was not meant to be. So
back out into the misty weather and home to write about my time at an estate
sale.
Next time
you read about one of these sales, go to it. Do not be intimidated by the
hoity-toity and snooty sounding moniker. The estate sale manager hired by the
family is there to organize and sell. Many times the things that remain are
transferred to another sale called an Estate Auction. This subject I will cover
later. All of these sales is to make as much money for the seller as it is for
the owner. But you never know when someone missed and you found a diamond
in the rough. Happy Hunting!
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