Following our examination of the covered bridge five of us went into downtown Roann which was all of two blocks away. And a couple of blocks long. The rest of the group peeled out for home. Mary Ann said that they just didn't know how to have fun.
The antique store was the goal of four-fifths of the group. The other fifth, not so much, although I did take a walk-through just to see what was there. Here I found an honest antique dealer, for he had a sign posted near the cash register that read, "We buy junk and sell antiques." He further enhanced his credibility by informing us that he does not haggle. He sets fair prices and sticks to them. And, big deal: "We take cash and personal checks with driver's license. No credit or debit cards accepted." All in all, my kind of merchant. BBBH bought stuff.
Next door but one to the antique store is a park as shown here. A bell, a log cabin and the jail.
Well, the jail is the second cabin seen behind the first one.
The mandatory historical plaque affixed to the cabin.
The jail looked quite sturdy but were I the sheriff I think I might have ordered smaller windows, bars notwithstanding.
A local resident advised us that this building was the original county jail, but I cannot attest to either his veracity or his accuracy. Anyway, a solo visit to this park and its buildings entertained me whilst money was changing hands a few yards to the north.
An uneventful and pleasant sixty mile drive home concluded a fine day.
Next door but one to the antique store is a park as shown here. A bell, a log cabin and the jail.
8 comments:
I know people who would love that antique store, I'm not one of those people, but I know people...
Haha...Grace's comment....
I'm like that too. I'd rather go walking around exploring than go into an antique store. I don't like the smell of them for some reason.
Grace, yes, it is a different strokes thing, I guess.
Lin, especially on a fall day such as the one described here. Outdoors is where I want to be!
Antique stores send me into a blue funk. Things identical to what I used as a newlywed populate the shelves - not even things my mama used. Really? I'm not old enough to have used antiques.
I did get a great buy at a neighborhood garage sale two weeks ago. A crystal vase that matches Mom's set. The lady had no idea what it was. I asked her if it was old and she said she received it from the family member who cared for the estate of her grandmother. Not liking the vase, she stored it in her basement for several years (until said garage sale). So, for $3 I got a beautiful piece of crystal.
Vee, an old empty Durkee's spice can for six bucks, for instance, and we still have it in our spice cabinet!
You found a really nice thing and the lady gave it to you!
Vanilla, I try not to feel guilty about my purchase, but I did ask her twice if she was sure that was all she wanted for the vase.
Once I found a VanBriggle vase at an antique place in Illinois that had booths. It was marked one dollar. When I took it to the counter to pay, the person ringing up sales told me he was sorry but he couldn't sell it to me because he was sure the person who had the booth did not know what it was worth. I just pretended I was sorry not to get a pretty little white vase and I left. Well, I was sorry, but not for the reason he thought.
In the antique store, one woman's junk is another woman's antique treasure.
Vee, I picked up a mint condition VanBriggle vase in a junk store in Frankfort years ago. One dime. I didn't feel guilty, either, because the guy was in the junk business.
Chuck, you got that right. In this store I took the proclamation to mean "If I am buying from you, it is junk; if I'm selling, an antique."
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