Road Trip Minnesota

 This is a story knife from Alaska.  It was used to draw pictures in the snow while the story teller maybe demonstrated something.  Now that winter is here we can hunker down indoors with any number of story telling media and other entertainment.  There are few estate sales between now and Christmas, but after the New Year it’s a whole new season that comes in with a blizzard of sales.  Good things come to those who wait?

Source: Hidden Treasure

A How and Where to Find It Guide to the World’s Missing Treasures!

I read this book a few pages a day while stirring my cocoa at night and repeatedly the author reminded me “If you know what it is,” or “If you can find it”  and “It could be in your attic or in your basement!”  Or, “Found at a garage sale!”

I had found the stone Mayan mask at a yard sale and bought it very cheap.  A few years later I sold it on eBay for a nice little profit, but if only I really knew I’d have taken it to a museum and probably got an even nicer profit for it.  However, I do still have this Oracle Bone.  I think I will try the museum for this one.  

I am in the process of purchasing a new car for my business and am now desperately seeking ways to raise the money so I don’t have those hefty car payments.  Maybe the Oracle Bone will be my saving grace and give me another chance to do something right when it comes to selling my treasures.

Source: CAROLE’S INDEPENDENT LIMOUSINE AND ALTERNATIVE TOURS COMPANY

SONGS O’ CHEER

My Grampa he’s a-allus sayin’,

“Sing a song O’ cheer!”

And, wunst I says “What kinds them?”

He says, “the kind to hear,

‘Cause they’re the songs that Nature sings,

In ever’ bird that twitters!”

“Well, Whipperwills and doves,” says I,

“Hain’t over-cheery critters!”

“Then don’t you sing like them,” he says

“Ner guinny-hens, my dear

Ner peafowl, nuther (drat that boy!)

You sing a song O’ cheer!”

I can’t sing nothin’ anyhow;

But, comin’ home, to’rds night,

I kindo’-sorto’ kep’ a whistlin’

“Old-Bob-White!”

I’m in the midst of revamping my website and moving to another host.   I’m the do it yourself sort O’ person who doesn’t always know what I’m doing, but it’s coming along.  Meanwhile, I picked this little poem out of a book: “Riley songs O’ Cheer”   a special find at one of the sales that nearly got tossed in the trash.