Honest, a lot really did happen to me between the last post (December Pasadena Flea Market) and this post for January's flea market. I just haven't shared anything, mostly because I was essentially sick in bed for the entire month. But, I rallied for Christmas and more about that later.
Meanwhile, here's what happened at the Flea. Just after the Rose Parade showed the world how gorgeous it is in winter here, Pasadena kept it up with 75 degree sunshine. I was actually glad to venture into the covered market just to cool off.
I had fun finding these things, but equally as much fun talking with the vendors. Everyone was very chatty and I heard lots of stories. I'm reading some stories in here as well.
In one booth found all these books. Luckily I picked them up and walked around with them in hand while the vendor dealt with another customer. Lucky because when I tried to negotiate a lower price for all of them, the lady would not budge. She pointed out a young man who had been waiting for me to put them down so he could snatch them from me! So glad I held on to them.
This is a lesson I have learned at yard sales and flea markets. If you are even remotely considering an item - don't let go of it for a moment or it may disappear.
The three diaries were written by the same person - 1941, 1944 and 1947. He and his wife and child lived in Colorado. There are many notations about trying to find work every day and how many eggs they were able to sell from their chickens. When the baby was sick; having dinner with the folks; going to a dance.
And then, every once in awhile, something interesting happened. Like, oh, maybe December 7th, 1941. In the midst of the mundane, he notes, "Japan attacked the U.S. today and we are now at war." Not one other note after that for the year.
Lots of wartime info in the 1944 diary. But I was really excited to find this one.
You can hardly read the date, but it's the year I was born!
And here it is. How could he have left blank such a momenteous date?! Clearly, he did not know of my birth back in Chicago.
I mean, he could have written it with this nifty pencil.
...which I may keep in this coin purse.
I have wanted to add this to my collection for about 2 years, but the guy wanted way too much for it. Today, we talked about how he was moving to Arizona and closing up shop. And he gave me a ridiculously low price for it. Patience works sometimes.
I see that I have delayed again. And now, it's February and I have stuff from the FEBRUARY PCC Flea waiting for me to post. Stay tuned.
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