A few weeks ago, the local Homesteaders Museum was having a yard sale fundraiser. I haven’t been to any sort of yard sale in 10 years, but this one seemed to be buzzing (by small-town standards anyway) and everyone was leaving with something. So I convinced my dad that we should stop.
It was typical as far as fundraiser yard sales go. Lots of glassware and old VHS tapes, some homemade crafts, etc. Nothing special. But on my way out, I spied something more my speed on the counter by the door. A box of old local telephone books.
I don’t collect old telephone books. In fact, I don’t collect “old books” in general. But much like that delightful vintage “How to Manage Housework in Canada” booklet that I featured in last year’s post “To Clean, or Not to Clean“, if it’s vintage and has SOME sort of personal connection? It’s going into my collection.
Not surprisingly, the phone books were not donations for the yard sale. They were “extras” from the museum’s collection. Everything at the sale was pay-as-you-please, but the phone books were a firm $1 each.
There were only ten or so to choose from, and a few were not quite vintage enough (1970s) for me. But then I spied one from June of 1945, and one from July, 1952.