Unlike the dainty hankies, aprons, and nylons I found in the house, the garage stuff that Joe is going through is rough, worn, and dare I say, dirty. I have acquired a new appreciation for acetone, which cuts the sticky grime coating on some of the items that were stashed away out there for decades.
Below are a few things that Joe recently uncovered in my parents’ garage.
The rusty remains of an old single-shot muzzle loading pistol:
An old pistol grip inscribed with an eagle holding four arrows:
My old Huffy Galaxy bicycle seat. That old bicycle was a turquoise beauty and I put many, many miles on it. However, this seat was not very comfortable and was put away when it was replaced with a softer model.
I assume the “H” on the underside of the seat stood for Huffy:
My old jump rope. I briefly considered using it again but immediately thought better of it.
A box full of spoke wheel covers:
Some old Jacks:
An old house sign. It looks like someone started to paint it but decided not to.
A metal container full of feathers that I never should have opened that windy day:
Feathers that never made it into the pillow.