Thursday, November 13, 2014

Estate Sale: Wallace Markfield

Here is the latest from my never-ending fascination with Estate Sales. Having been through this with my parents, it intrigues and concerns me what families leave behind.

 This was a man with TWO Typewriters.... a famous author perhaps? Playwright? Journalist?



Author!! I googled it. Here's the NYT Obituary:


Wallace Markfield, 75, Writer With a Humorous Sarcasm
Wallace Markfield, the author of ''To an Early Grave,'' ''Teitlebaum's Window'' and other satirical novels that earned him critical praise as a Brooklyn literary descendant of James Joyce, died last Friday at a hospital in Roslyn, N.Y. He was 75 and lived in Port Washington, N.Y. (click the link above to continue reading the New York Times article.)

Oh the irony...

 




 He and his wife, Anna, had one child, a daughter. I imagine she used this vintage Viewmaster on long car rides to lighthouse destinations....



Here is her baby seat. First one ever?? (Excellent condition)


This same child was later sent to sleepaway camp, with a trunk and a list:


She was probably around my age.... a busy little lady, doing her phonics, listening to WABC & WPLJ.


Sunday morning countdown with Casey Casem.



But she left behind this pic of (Her Dad?) for the Estate Sale.



Here he is on his Bar Mitzvah Day.



Here's his High School Diploma.
And his Junior High School Diploma.






They had the SAME Zenith black & white TV that we had at our house. I wonder if Wallace & Anna would scream down 3 flights of stairs for their daughter to come up and change the channel. (Not asking for any particular reason.)



I adored this print. (Didn't buy it though.)



Saturday, July 19, 2014

Saturday Morning Estate Sale: Marian & Jimmy McPartland




This Jazz Royalty couple lived and died in our town...

Margaret Marian McPartland, OBE (née Turner;[1] 20 March 1918 – 20 August 2013), was an English-American jazz pianist, composer and writer. She was the host of Marian McPartland's Piano Jazz on National Public Radio from 1978 until 2011. (read more, courtesy wikipedia)


The Estate Sale was today. (but the lines to get in were long.)
So we took a walk around the block and saw this Mark 1 Yellow Mustang.
And this Red Chevy Impala. Hello Gorgeous!


THIS is the room that most people were interested in... it had an intense vinyl & cassette collection that spanned the decades.... some were autographed.

I was interested to see this Miro in person...

And this Don Kassel. (He did album cover art for so many artists)




"High As a Kite" by George Wettling 1952



My Friend Terry went back to swipe this beauty...


Piles of collateral about their life's work.

 (I have piles of collateral too, but IT IS MY LIFE'S WORK.)


This room was haunted by all-nighters from the past...

I could have spent all day thumbing through these old music mags...

1967 Down Beat: the 32nd Annual Reader's Poll.


I came home with this, after all that.

 Thing 3 asked me what it was, and I said:
"It's an ashtray."
He said:
"What's that?"

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Time Traveler

Always hanging out at train stations near you...

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Love it.


Loving the graphics, branding & marketing for this online store.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Thanks

My Mom... with her Mom, tasting the turkey.
Inspired by the holiday, (but mostly by Maggie at magpiemusing.com) I dug up a cherished memory of Thanksgiving past...
     In the beginning, there was toast. The smell wafted up to my bedroom on the morning of the day. The toast would lead to the stuffing and the turkey... and the long games of Scrabble while we watched it cook. My Mom cooked the stuffing INSIDE the bird. We ate it. We lived.
     And my fondest memory? Sneaking back into the turkey the next morning, and spellunking for juicy bits of forgotten stuffing between the ribs.