Been feeling that we are getting a bit ‘Ho Hum’ in the posts lately so this week it is all about stories…
While at the General Gordon we went to the Mackay Incredable (sic)Tip Shop. Lined up at the gate with about 50 others who swarmed in… I spotted an old wicker pram grabbed it and hung on against all comers, using it as a trolley. There wasn’t much else of real interest and I wanted Al to look at the pram before committing. I did find an old Bible though and was told they wanted $100 for it, so it went back on the shelf. Al eventually appeared with his purchases – a trolley full of jerry cans and other rusty stuff, the paying got a bit complicated so we had a chat with the manager – and this chat developed a bit… into her telling us a bit about her work at the shop… they provide employment for work challenged people as well as raising funds for them to go on courses and prepare a bit for work.
One day she got an urgent phone call from the sorting bay, they demanded her presence and would not be put off. She rushed over to them to have an urn full of ashes thrust into her arms. She cradled Auntie Thelma’s remains in her arms to settle her staff’s nerves and headed for her office to phone the crematorium… Another urgent phone call, “We have another one – come immediately please!” There it was, another part of Auntie Thelma. She found the errant relative’s phone number and he came to pick up what he had thrown away and was subjected to a lecture about his callous disrespectful behaviour. He left with an urn in each hand grumbling about interfering women – and how he wanted to get rid of this troublesome sister…
We cleaned up the pram yesterday and hope to make a bit on it this weekend which is a different market, goes from 2pm – 7pm this time, at Tannum Sands. Then an hour plus sprint to Agnes Water so we can get some sleep before their Sunday market. You might remember it as the place we were only going to stay for a few days and ended up being there 21days. Hopefully Al will get to paddle around a little.
Thinking about Agnes Water and Workman’s Beach and the big sale we had there before of the PNG artefacts … at the Farmer’s Market at Mackay, held in a lovely big shed, masses of space unfilled… we sold the D’Avesn. (Glass bowl worth more than we usually make in one market) What a huge score. The buyer spent lots of money on other stuff as well and we are hoping that the notes are genuine!!
The story from Sarina Market is that it was a very good one, well organised, pleasant people, camping at the showground, all that. We enjoyed it and especially the packing up – a woman huffed and puffed into the stall at about 1.30 pm – the market pretty much over by then and Al and I taking our time about getting going on the next phase, nothing urgent on the horizon… in fact he went to lie down and fell asleep! while we were chatting to this new arrival. Eventually I got on with the packing and our new friend, Judy, hung around and made herself fantastically useful. She loved Bella and enjoyed talking about the stuff… and at about 5.30 when we said we would have to shower and find a way of getting into town to get dinner she offered to take us to the pub… What a marvellous experience. A lovely person who is now in the book of marvellous people met at markets.
Another interesting tit bit is Flaggy Rock Tropical Fruit Garden. L walked around this place and only found trees in dire need of divine intervention before they all expire. The place has been there since before my first sortie up this way (1970) and is up for sale. So the owners seem to have had enough of the work involved. Must say the home made pies and ice cream are still as good as ever.
One aspect of this lifestyle is the way people think we are naive about our products. This old fellow waltzes into the stall and promptly tells me he has 25 violins and wants to find out how much they would sell for. I have no idea I said so he then proceeds to inform me he only wanted to find out so he could sell them at his NEXT garage sale. He then asks what our sheet music is worth so I send him to L and of course all he wanted to know is how much he would sell his for. Both of us informed him in our own ways that we sell for what we can get and almost all the time the price on the item is nowhere near the price we get. Others take pics, others take notes and many go “so that is what it is worth.” Gets boring after a while.
I am including the picasa link to add images to this blog but am not bragging about the bird pictures in particular… there more for me. I am going to write about the plants though, very soon.