Franklin Lakes Estate Sale ➡️⭐️👌 This early 20th century post-impressionist "Landscape with Haystacks" by listed NY artist Moore Smith is only one of the many pieces of vintage artwork available at our upcoming Franklin Lakes Estate Sale! This collection contains three additional paintings by Smith, plus loads of vintage and contemporary pieces from other listed artists! #artcollector ➡️➡️Click Link in bio to learn more about this sale in Franklin Lakes!!
From yesterday’s sale: The Illuminated Scripture Textbook for Everyday with Interleaved Memoranda. 365 color and gilt illustrations; gilt edged pages. Entries includes illustration and Bible verse for every calendar day. Space alongside each day for signatures (so that the book owner can keep track of family and friends birthdays—in a way, an early version of Facebook). (1875) SCROLL #estatesalefinds#illuminatedscripture
The possibilities are endless with what can be repurposed. I’m curious to know how people would use these old hunks of metal! Anyone? I’m thinking knobs on a dresser for a boys room or cabinet in a man cave! #longbeachfleamarket
Come to our Ed Todd Estate Sale this weekend. Long time residents of Midland will remember Ed Todd as an award winning columnist for the Midland Reporter Telegram.
3 108 hours ago
A single photo of a small bookshelf, holding a few battered hardcovers had caught my interest. Now (yesterday morning) I was revisiting the listing for the sale in New Jersey. The weather was nasty and I wrestled with the idea of attending the last few hours of the event. Another look at the listing before heading out. Sometime later, after thoroughly combing the three or four modest sized rooms which had been deemed “accessible” to the sale attendees, and finding little to my liking, I approached the woman who was conducting the sale. I informed her of my disappointment and that, having crossed the Hudson to see the little shelf of books, was it possible that they had already been sold? She seemed to know exactly what I was talking about and told me to follow her while revealing that the couple who owned the house was still living there, too weak or ill to leave the premises. All the while, their possessions were going out the door. Sure enough, beyond one of the accessible rooms we encountered a bed sheet draped over a clothesline, signaling “no entrance”. The saleswoman lifted the sheet enough to poke her head into the off-limits section of the house and announced that she and I were about to enter. The little shelf was just on the other side of the makeshift barrier. In one gesture, the woman motioned an “all clear” to the couple while signaling me to take what I wanted and move on. I gathered the books and turned to offer a lively “thanks” to no one in particular. More than twenty-four hours later I cannot shake the image of the two figures, each in the neighborhood of 100 years of age, dressed in their bed clothes. She—lying flat and face up on the couch, expressionless in a Victorian era nightgown, with only an aged canine (too feeble to make a sound) for cover. And he—clothed in what I can best describe as a woolen onesie with a rear buttoned flap (something I had last seen in a Laurel and Hardy short), bracing himself against a small table. From somewhere in the room l could hear voices from a TV but no one was watching. #estatesalefinds