Jenni Found a Gun.

A dinosaur leg.........

And a broken metal star.......

in this years Big Dig. (for the vege garden)

Here is a reminder from last year.

I did not find the Prize Egg.

Or the golden egg.

I did find these eggs.

Or pieces of eggs.

I kept finding these in the Kudzu Jungle when we were trying to clean all the brush away.

As kids, we had to find all the eggs. There was no stopping the hunt until each and every egg was found.

I hope each of you had a wonderful Easter.

Stools at ReStore.

My heart skipped a beat, when I saw these stools at Habitat Re-Store last week.



I have been looking for 2 vintage-ish type stools to go with the stainless steel kitchen table that I received for Christmas. There was a coffee shop near my old office that had vintage lab stools at the bar and I loved how the these stools looked against the shiny stainless steel counter.


I was so sad to read on the little red tag above the ladder.

SOLD.

I was there too late. They sold earlier that day. All of them. For $10 each.


Oh and this picture was made with my cell phone. My camera died.

Flash Back Friday...

If this post finds you filled up to your eyeballs with Turkey....
Pockets Empty from shopping...
and ready for a break from it all.....


I thought I would share a short favorite post from a find back in May.

So HERE it Is........





"Lucky Dogs = Lucky People"

Egg and Dart

No, Irene did not get after me when I was gathering eggs out of the hen house.

"Who is Irene?" you ask.

At one time my grandparents had tons of yard birds. (Chickens and Guineas) They wondered the grounds of the home place during the day and roosted at night in the tall cedars that lined the ditch of the dirt road.

Irene was the longest living hen that ever set foot on my grandparents farm. She was mean, and she was ugly, but she kept all her biddies alive. You could not get with in 10 feet of her, before she would run after you feathers ruffled ready to peck out your eyeballs. You would then dart about screaming at the top of your lungs, until Grandma came out with a broom to settle Irene down. ( Come to think of it, a broom is the weapon of choice for Gran. I can recall when she got after dogs with it, children with it, and even Grandpa with it a couple of times. )

It was always a game to see if you could ever catch one of Irene's biddies without blood being drawn. I caught one once. With the (at least 50' tall) stick that held up the clothesline in hand, I "shooed" Irene into the cage that my Grandpa kept raccoons in sometimes. ( I don't know why he had 'coons in the cage? To show us I guess.) Then, I quickly latched the door. The cage "bars" allowed the biddies to get out, and kept Irene in. The worse part was, Gran made me free Irene from the cage. She stood by supervising, broom in hand, just in case Irene made a run for me. Actually she probably stood there to make sure I was doing what I was told.

Anyway...........


The chunk of rubble that I posted about yesterday is a stylized version of a classical egg and dart detail.


I scrolled through my Sunday Walk pictures, to find shots of this detail.


This image shows a very clear "egg" and "dart" no stylization left for any imagination.



This version is a little more loose in the interpretation of the motif.
My favorite part is the half daisies on the corners.

The scale of ThirteenEleven's chunk of rubble is more like what is represented in these images.

An art history professor once mentioned that the Egg and Dart motif was a classical fertility symbol. I can't find a link on line to back that up, and I am too lazy to find it in an actual book..... However, when I think of Egg and Dart, I think of gathering eggs at my grandparents farm and quickly darting out of the way of the mother hen.

Gathering Rocks.

It seems that every area that we clean out from the yard we find old bricks, chunks of concrete, and rocks. Since the lawn mower does not fair too well when it runs over these masonry scraps, I have been picking them up and lining flowerbeds and the vege garden with them.

Last week on one of my hacking kudzu, rock gathering rounds. I reached down and saw what appeared to be just another ol' chunk of concrete.

Then I turned it over.

To my surprise.....it wasn't just another ol' chunk of ordinary concrete.
It was an ol' extraordinary chunk of concrete.

"How pretty!"

"How did it get here?"

"Where did it come from?"

"Has it always lived here?"

or did someone else think, "How pretty" and take it home.

The first layer of paint is an aged coppery green. And the second layer is black. But, actually it appears that the black may have been applied over the green originally and rubbed off to accent the detail. It is about the size of my hand.

Currently I have two theories running through my head.

#1.

This stuff came from this....

Downtown fire in 1931. I may look around for detail images of these buildings.

(images via..vanishing georgia.)

or...

#2.

At one time something else was built on the property.

The fire hose thingy that we found a couple of months ago and all the bricks from a brick factory that did not open until after the house was built make me think theory #1. The concrete slab located under the 'Possum Tree in the backyard leads me to theory #2. The other bricks which appear to be older and made from a different less stable clay, this find, and what I would call "foundation stones" could go either way.

One would think that older maps would be available with information on the property. But no, all of these maps stop at what is today about 10 houses down.

Thoughts?

Lucky Dogs = Lucky People

This is Lucky, the black and white Little People dog with a yellow collar. He was found under the house.

This is Puppy, the black and white dog with a red collar. He too, was found under the house, our old house. Really, he was. Someone dumped him there when he was just a baby.

A tiny, crying, shivering, dirty, flea infested, little puppy was dumped at our old house.

"Do not give the dog a name."

"If you give the dog a name, you will keep him."

I did give him a bath because our other dogs did not need fleas. We did give him food because he was hungry and no one should go hungry. We did do our best not to get attached. He did not come inside like the other dogs. ( Chris had a Border Collie, Max and I had a Cocker Spaniel, Beau. ) We did try to find him a home. Months go by.....Nobody wanted a black lab mix dog.

He did start answering to.... Puppy.

However Lucky, would have been a good name.

If were were going to name him and keep him and all.

Sometimes I wonder just who is the luckiest.

???

Do you have a Lucky Dog=Lucky People story?

I had the wrong date....

After scraping away with a wire brush I found out I had the date wrong...
on What is it?















See, clearly that says FEB 24 1925
and there is a PAT and what looks to be NO. 45 ?















On the flip side it looks to say Akron Brass






MFG Something? maybe Wooster, OH ?







Was this used by a fireman? Akron Brass made stuff for fire hoses. The house shows no evidence of fire, however with all the bricks and bricks set in concrete in chunks turning up in the yard along with the random concrete slab, my gut is telling me something else was built here.

I spent some time at the Patent website... Feb 24, 1925 was a big issue date for patents. I gave up for now on the website. I need to go back and see If Akron Brass was issued a patent on that date.

What is it ?

It reads on the handle....

FEB 24 1928

I found it n the yard while uncovering some rocks.

Yes....more rocks.......... and bricks.

It may say something else?.. I will have to hack away at the rust.

Oh and it is about 12" long.

*EDIT*

I looked and tried to make out any other letters on this thingy.

I can make out an A K _ _ N . There is a small word beside it. It appears to be 4 letters.

Akron, Ohio? Maybe ( The _ _ are letters that I cannot make out)

I tried to get a close up pic of this. But they were not good.

Do you think it has something to do with the delivery of coal and these things on the outside of the house? (click images on link to view larger)

*EDIT x2*

I got it.....Captain Hook was here...

Two of a kind.......

Yard Sale find...


and they are signed.......



Whiter than Terrace ?


Finn Holton ? Holten maybe.

Both are signed the same way.

No other markings.
Ideas? Anyone?
I googled, nothing....notta...

Two Chairs = $5 total
Yes that is $2.50 each. I paid for them with change.

They are well made, just very dirty fabric.