Wow, started this STORY written way back when. I mean like Husband died in Nov 2009 and I moved to Oregon in 2017 and even sold the washtub before I move. That's a story in itself.)
WELCOME. Memories are heart warming smiles.
“Mook, do we really need that?” Husband would say. Of course, I felt we did.
On my drive home one day, it started to
rain—one of those summer storms that hits Nebraska. Only a few blocks from home, I saw two men a
garage sale--trying to get rid of stuff before the rain destroyed everything.
“Anything for $1.00,” one yelled when I
slowed down.
“We’ll even load your van for you.” The
other one grinned.
They didn’t need to offer twice—my huge
purchases cost me only $10. I pulled into the garage, managed to drag some larger items out of the van and into a corner. Desperate, I threw blankets over the top to hide my treasures
from husband. I knew for certain he’d question my sanity on these great finds.
When he parked the pickup in the front
of the house, I greeted him with a big kiss. Excited, I almost told him, but
then he was tired and I kept quiet.
The next week husband offered to help me
clean house. I never say no. After we finished the major cleaning and sat for
coffee, I asked for more help.
“Sure, whatcha need.”
“Come with me.” One item at a time I uncovered
my treasures. An old fashioned washtub I wanted for a planter—I couldn’t move
it and it needed soil.
top of a hutch to put on the top of the bathroom
dresser—no way could I lift it very far and then…and then—
Two hours and lots of paint, varnish and
elbow grease later even husband said the rained out garage sale blessed us—even
if I spent more than quarters.
Can't find the photos for all those fun finds, but here is the washtub. Its one thing I plant for me every year.
