Estate sale signs are like . . . well, like Jack Daniels to a drunk waking up with empty pockets. Just dangle those signs and I'm there.
A couple of weeks ago, there was such a sale just a few blocks from our house. I got there just a few minutes before closing; all the real valuables were long since gone, and I picked up a couple of planters for fifty cents. There were tons of books in the garage and I casually perused the titles for one of ours when I came across this "Gunsmoke" coloring book. Since the book and I were about the same age, I nabbed it. When I checked out, they just gave it to me. Tom believes the owner was a little girl. Most of the pages are blank and on the rare page that has been touched, there is Miss Kitty's dress or a bouquet of flowers. This little girl would have been framing the cover photograph of that handsome marshal!
One day in the the Thrift Store, I happened upon this volume of Spin and Marty for fifty cents (above, right). It's not in great shape; the cover is about to fall off, but what an image! The horses are bolting because there is a mountain lion in the trees behind them. . . . (left). I'm sure Tom was watching such shows and developed his opinion of these feline creatures very early.
What memories this little volume brings back. I would come home from school in the afternoons and tune in "The Mickey Mouse Club" just to watch Spin and Marty. Freebies and fifty-cent bargains--who says money can't buy happiness?