Rural Junking... City Style...

Usually, my weekends include several estate sales... this weekend I upped my game... and hit the U.S. Heritage Trail's longest garage sale.  Uh, huh... on four hours of sleep, one multi-vitamin and a cup of java, baby...  and I think I did us junkers proud.  But, I'll let the pictures speak (mostly) for themselves...

very first stop... a salvage barn

 on a real, working farm...

(and me, city girl that I am, wearing flip flops...) 

original old windows (petrified chicken poop included)...

(no prob... brought the Bath & Body Works hand sanitizer) 

primitive tables... feed sacks... hardware... 

 following the road...

stopping at farms... fields filled with sellers...

small towns... and quaint little shops...

 scoring a 1928 Montgomery Ward's catalogue... fresh from the field!

(along with a bag of just-picked corn)

dolls from church basements... 

 

old cookbooks and lard tins...

next to tables of bake sale goods...

piled with cookies as big as saucers...

just a day filled with sweet treats and treasures.