Daddy paid Stanbury for the trunks and gave him a
little more guidance for the next sale. Sure enough, the next time up we found
two antique trunks with beautiful leather and wood, and lovely
paper linings. Mama was thrilled. She thanked Stanbury profusely. He beamed in pride. They rarely spoke the same language and he was thrilled he had finally made her happy. She then asked, "Do you ever see any of those old iron beds at those sales? Anything like that you see, just buy it for me."
paper linings. Mama was thrilled. She thanked Stanbury profusely. He beamed in pride. They rarely spoke the same language and he was thrilled he had finally made her happy. She then asked, "Do you ever see any of those old iron beds at those sales? Anything like that you see, just buy it for me."
Stanbury looked at Daddy who just gave him that “Go
ahead, I'll pay for it” look. From then on we never knew what treasures would
await us upon our arrival at the farm. Stanbury did come through with two iron
beds. One had brass balls on the corner knobs, although only on three of the
four corners. There were old milk cans, a yoke for a plow mule, a dozen or so
old green jars, glass transformers, a dress maker's form, a Mexican blanket,
and wooden milk crates. He bought her incomplete sets of mismatched china, an
old table, a chest with all the knobs missing, various odd looking
chandeliers, two cane bottom chairs, and
several old quilts, just to name a few. Sometimes trash, sometimes treasure,
you just never knew. One day, Daddy asked Stanbury how he knew what to buy.
"Well, if it looks like junk, then I know it’s what Miss Zenith wants.
Darn if I know why. But I buy it any way."
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