“Secondhand Story”

by Aunt Amy, 4.22.10

This is him!

This is him!

  If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it still make a sound? If my incredible little nephew says something endearing and I am not around to hear it, is it still cute? I’d like to think so.

            Let’s preface today’s tidbit with a little background:

            Ahhh, the joys of summer. Less clothes, more sun, toes can breathe deeper with sandals exposing them to fresh air, juicy watermelon, ice cream cones, people emerge from nine months of hibernation, and the best thingof all …

garage sales!

            The end of April is the period that they begin popping up. Garage doors are left open while driveways are lined with card tables featuring last winter’s discarded knickknacks and such. Is one man’s unwanted stuff truly another person’s treasure? Sometimes.

            A band of expectant buyers set out Thursday morning, usually the first day of three-day sales and the best to unearth special finds, a nugget of knowledge known only by the most devoted garage salers. My oldest sister along with her three boys, my sister Sarah and her son Max, and my Mom set out to dig for gold.

            The little ones, especially the 5-year-old and 3-year-old, delight in tinkering with laid out toys like action figures, scooters, and anything mechanical that makes noise.

            The boy of 3 hit the jackpot at one sale with his little find and even cuter little comment. His observation about the apple of his eye, a mini measuring tape, went a little something like this. He described his prize with his well-known-for-widely-adored-and-described-by-some-as-Boston-but-loved-by-all accent.

            “It’s a puh-fect size for me.” Awww.


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