I wrote the following in response to a question about waht drives the trading… from my mzala (cousin brother). Interesting that you ask this. I suppose my life’s journey has brought me to this place. It is a combination of things. Re-cycling is part of it. Rescuing stuff from the dump is another part but I suppose the biggest bit is that I love handling quality stuff, can’t possibly own it and put it in the house – no space and anyway would get tired of it eventually. I have only kept what I inherited or been given and what therefore has that sort of meaning, that resonance and redolence of my shared existence with friends and family. There are a few things that I have bought, a china figurine of Mandela, some celadon-glazed items… But I suppose it is also the nature of the business. The thrill of the hunt and chase for what is interesting and saleable and the bigger thrill of handing it over to a purchaser for money in my hand.
Perhaps ‘trade’ has never been part of our family’s being, and so breaking that mould has a thrill in itself? There is also the reality of being on the move like gypsies and each stand is different each time and has its own challenges. Meeting different people in different places is exciting and hearing the different stories. People often treat us like confessors and tell us all sorts of stuff about themselves and their parents and families relating to the stuff on our tables. They walk around and ooh and ah about ‘ my mum or nan had something like that’… or sometimes have notebooks and note down prices … who would ever have thought that that bit of glass could be worth that? Then we remind them that something is worth what someone else will pay for it!!
The idea of ‘quality’ is also related to ‘old’ – new stuff is seldom well designed and manufactured with care. Anyway we don’t see it on our travels – there is wonderful ‘new’ stuff around in the shops and I would happily sell it if I could afford to buy it but that’s the rub…
AND THEN TO TODAY – SUNDAY
We left at 1am to get to Lismore at 4am but guess what, we were there at 3!! The next pleasant surprise was that we were not overcrowded on the stall and could have squeezed another couple of boxes worth onto the tables. A learning for next time. We had a good time today. Quite easy and steady, if a bit slow. Al sold his stuff, good stuff bought at last week’s auction. Interesting stuff, and we made enough to cover what he spent at the auction. So all is good about that. The important thing about this small success is the way our head space changed. We spent most of the trip to Lismore imagining what it would be like to buy a small business in Woolgoolga that would accomodate our trading fun as well as our plan to run a small gues house in our home at Safety Beach… So we went into the day with that in mind.
The conversation on the trip home was all about how we don’t want to have any add ons in our lives and further debt to the bank and responsibility to employees… so we just want to go and live at Safety Beach with our chooks/fowls, vegie garden, guests and stock. We will escape the winter chills by travelling north and do markets and fairs en route for three months plus. Does it sound like Yeats’s Lake Isle of Innisfree? How blissful is that. What happened? Was it the success of the day? Was it our innate common sense coming to the fore? Well, the order is into the universe to provide signs and portents as to what the next phase will be. the curved ball is that Belper Hockey Club wants Al to return and perform his magic again. We await their offer. Watch this space!