With all the care our back and front yards require, I’d like to sell it! However, I’m referring here to the sale of junque by homeowners who want money before they discard. Two or three years ago, our little town decided to get in on the action, and they began to require permits for yard or garage sales, and, of course, there was a fee attached! Well, that action caused a huge maelstrom, and protests were heard far and wide. Now, our little town encompasses less than a square mile, and there are only about 4500 residents. So, the homeowners weren’t thrilled, and they made themselves known.
At that point, the town decided to have the local PTA be the recipients of the fees, and most feathers became unruffled. However, the paperwork probably became too much. So, now there is a town-wide yard sale once a year in June. That occurred this past Saturday. Once you register and receive a permit, your address was listed on the town website as your advertisement. No more do we see those yard sale signs tacked to trees and poles. Now, it’s all digital. The sale ran for five hours – 9:00 to 2:00 – so the buyers and browsers had lots of time to visit the over one hundred homes that participated.
I could never pull such a sale together for myself, despite the fact that I have tons of ‘priceless treasures!’ My husband wouldn’t be home, and the kids were all tied up, so a yard sale just wasn’t in my wheel house! I did, however, once have one, and I remember it well, even though it was years ago!
My then neighbor asked if we wanted to join them and have a sale between our two homes. Naiveté was my middle name back then, and I gladly accepted the invitation. Then I discovered how much work was involved: gathering items, pricing them, affixing labels, setting up tables, and praying that it wouldn’t rain. Since ours was the only sale that day, we had tons of people shopping. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize that such sales attract early birds, who can be obnoxious. They poked around while we were still setting up. They began grabbing articles and telling us what they’d pay for it. Many were dealers who wanted furniture and antiques. One saw something he liked and wanted to go through our house to see what else he could find. Are you freaking kidding me? Halfway through the sale, the headache that started from the early morning annoyances had grown monumentally, and I wanted to sit down and cry. I swore I’d never do it again, and I’ve kept that promise all these years. I did end up buying things from the neighbor, too – books and a brand new ice cream maker! Naturally, she bought none of mine!
Evidently, the buyers still exist because our street was covered with cars and trucks. They’d wander around to the various houses, and I’d watch them haul their goodies to their vehicles and take off. The atmosphere was carefree and joyous, so I suppose everyone was happy. So was I – sitting inside a cool house, watching the goings-on from my window.