I went to an estate sale this morning in Greenville, DE. When I walked into the house and spotted two tables piled high with vintage toys, games and books, I felt that euphoric rush. You'd never think that Bobbsey Twins books and vintage flashcards could produce the same feeling as snorting crank.
It was a small miracle that I was the only person shopping at the house (probably because there were NO signs AT ALL anywhere on the street or outside the house - I found out about the sale on craigslist.com). The homeowner and his neighbor were chatting as I made a couple of big piles of stuff. I overheard the neighbor say, "I walked by Joe Biden's house this morning". I had already read online that he had been selected as Obama's VP. And I knew he lived in the vicinity. When I got home, I looked up his address and checked the map. He lives about a quarter mile from the estate sale. I hadn't driven in the direction of his house, so I didn't see any of the reporters and news vans outside (but I just saw them on CNN). If Joe knew how good this estate sale was, he never would have accepted the nomination. I just know it.
Anyway, here's the stuff he missed...
Ladies Home Journal Book of Interior Decoration from 1954:
Glass refrigerator dish and three sets of flashcards: Spanish picture cards, letters and multiplication tables.
You know me...I can't pass up vintage sex books.
My two favorite words on the cover of a book: Sex and Illustrated.
Uh-oh. I guess this one wasn't meant for me:
From the table of contents of one of the books:
(I'm afraid to turn to the page that discusses "How a Mother Can Lead the Son to the Ideal Sexual Life")
I don't even know where to start with this chart titled "The Course of the Sex Life in All Ages of Man and Woman". I love that "dancing and flirtations" is on a sex chart. And what the hell are "sex plays"?
Despite the title, there is nothing on this page that would even remotely help you on your wedding night.
Stay tuned for my next post, when I'll announce my new blog!
P.S. I paid $15 for everything in this post (and a couple of things are missing). Sorry, Joe! Maybe I'll leave the sex books in his mailbox just to make him feel better.