Over the years, I seem to have built up a collection of everything from A to Zizzard, so decided to have a rummage sale. The amount of work it takes to pull things out from under the bed, the attic, back porch storage, in addition to a separate storage building I have out back complete with stacked up boxes, is a lot of work. You have to sort through everything, organize and price things, plus, make signs to advertise the sale, create a flyer, write a newspaper ad, and on and on.
It’s no wonder I procrastinated having a sale for so long.
I’ve been working at it over a week now and the more I sort through things, the more interesting things I find. The fun traveling down memory lane compensates the amount of work.
I unboxed this beautiful Marilyn Monroe doll from Franklin Mint that I’ve had many years. It’s an enchanting collector doll of Marilyn in the famous pose standing over the street vent, blowing her white pleated dress. Her lovely porcelain face looks so real. I adored Marilyn Monroe.
I met her once, when I lived in Reno and she and Clark Gable were there filming the “Misfits” at Pyramid Lake. I think it was the last film each made. In the evenings, they would come into Reno to a hotel there. I knew the cinematographer and went into town one evening to meet with him. I decided to play the roulette wheel, when Marilyn Monroe walked up beside me to also play. My friend introduced us. She looked tired and had a scarf tied around her head. I had hoped to meet Clark Gable, but never saw him. Still, I will never forget the thrill of meeting Marilyn Monroe and watching her play the roulette wheel.
Another thing I unboxed during my preparation for the rummage sale was a green Anchor Hocking salad bowl, a piece that brought back so many memories of my childhood growing up. I recall the many times my mother served fruit salad out of that bowl. More than once, she told the story of how she acquired it in 1929. She picked blackberries along the creek bank and sold them for 10 cents a gallon to buy that green bowl.
I unpacked a box of gift items my son bought for me when he used to travel to Europe and other places during his time as a product scout for a company. One of the gifts was a beautiful small porcelain clock from Germany. Every time he went to Chicago, he would visit the home place of Frank Lloyd Wright and always brought me back something because I so admired Frank Lloyd Wright. My son would bring me beautiful tabletop books of the buildings Wright designed, plus several calendars.
Then I ran across this tiny little iron pot, which is about two inches long with a spout to pour. He bought it at an antique shop in Los Angeles. The shop owner said it was more than a thousand years old, and said it held some kind of oil. It looks very old.
For years, I collected menus and found a large box of them when I was unpacking things. One was from the French Luxury liner the Ile-de-France, which sailed the seas for 30 years. The ocean liner was bought by a Japanese merchant and was docked in the harbor of Osaka Japan. It was a magnificent ship and an American film company contracted to film the movie, “The Last Voyage” starring Robert Stack and Dorothy Malone on it during the late 50s. I worked on the filming of the movie aboard the ship for several weeks.
Because I had lived in Japan for a couple of years and knew where to shop, I took Robert Stack’s wife and Dorothy Malone’s mother shopping. Osaka was not far from the Itami Air Base where we were first stationed. Pat O’Brian was also in the movie and one night I went out partying and dancing with him and his wife.
At the time of filming, I was living in Tokyo and when it was completed, I met several of the film crew for a party when they came to Tokyo. So just finding that menu from the Ile-de-France luxury liner brought back fond memories.
As I unpacked other boxes, I found many mementoes like playbills from Japanese theatre and a cup I bought in Nagoya when we went to the cormorant fishing festivals in Nagoya. I found an old record of music by the orchestra leader in a famous Tokyo nightclub. I loved his music and when I left, my friends threw a big going away party and he came and played music. I loved the song, “fascination.” He could play so beautifully on his violin. Before I left, the Japanese students I played bridge with all pitched in and had a silver pin with pearls in it presented to me at the party as the “Key to Tokyo.” To this day, my daughter loves to wear that pin.
Then I found the ring I had made from six pearls I picked out of oysters at a Japanese pearl farm.
I also found a box of old photographs—one of my daughter dressed in a Kimono on stage dancing during the Japanese Cherry blossom festival, one flying over Mt. Fuji—loads of pictures of our life during the four years there.
We partied a great deal in Japan and I found a box of clothes from the 50s, several beautiful formals. In the 50s, everyone dressed up when they went out. It was not an era of blue jeans and tee shirts.
Having moved around so much in the military, plus a number of moves after that, so much I collected I no longer have. However, I did find a number of things stored away in boxes when I rummaged through for the sale I’m having next week. It’s time I got rid of a lot of stuff I’ve collected over the years. The work of preparing for the sale was lightened by the fun I’m having going down memory lane as I unpack all these boxes.
There comes a time in our lives when we need to clear out a lot of stuff packed away and stored. It clears the channels for something new in our lives. And I’m already feeling much better about my decision to clear things out. It seems the most difficult thing for me to part with is books, but I have so many I need to let them go out there in the universe for others to enjoy as I have.
Let Freedom Ring!