Yep, there really is no other way to describe this Saturday garage sale adventure. The morning started off without finding any cookbooks for the first few sales. I decided to head down early to an 8am sale a little further out of my usual area. I think it had mentioned books in general, but I remember it also it focused on homeschool material. Who knows, maybe I’d find a cookbook or two tucked in there somewhere.
When I arrived and caught first glimpse of the driveway I could not believe it. The long driveway was lined deep with boxes and boxes of books.
I could not believe what was in front of me. So many boxes! I took a look in the first few…they were all cookbooks. I swooped down and began to put my hands on a Junior League from Louisiana here, a Savannah church cookbook I’d lost in an eBay battle over there.
My hands couldn’t keep up with my eyes glimpsing amazing cookbook after cookbook. Plus, I wasn’t the only one there…I was scrambling to eyeball every box while also outgrabbing anyone else there for cookbooks as well!
I literally had no idea how to conquer the more than 5+ rows of boxes in warp speed timing. I just went as quickly as I could and as my piles grew taller and taller, the family would take them up to the checkout desk and put them in boxes for me.
I’d look in one box and spot three Junior Leagues. Walked over to the next aisle and spotted a Betty Feezor…hello!
There’s a Betty Feezor sitting here in front of God and everybody—and no one had grabbed it yet? What else was waiting for me in the next box or the boxes two aisles over? Would I get there fast enough?
The family at this sale was just the nicest. I told them about collecting cookbooks and writing the blog. The mom, Lynda, was super amazing. She said that she had collected all sorts of books and cookbooks from second hand stores and yard sales and had been selling them online. I would seriously check out her eBay store—but she said she stopped selling them. They’d been sitting in one of those outside storage units for a while now.
I was just glad to have a shot at taking some of these—who are we kidding, as many as I could get my hands on—home with me! The husband mentioned that he had kept some of the more valuable ones and would still try to sell those later. But no one would tell me the online store! Oh well…I need to concentrate on the task at hand.
After about thirty minutes and backbreaking lifting, I had almost three full boxes. I paid and had a little bit left over. What? Something was still bothering me…like I had not looked over everything carefully enough. We put the boxes in my car and then I said I’d come back and look the boxes over again more slowly.
This time around, I went over the boxes much more carefully. I started at the first box at the beginning of the driveway. As I was going through this first box, I noticed a cookbook that was placed on the edge of the next box over. Guess what it was…the original Little Church on the Lane cookbook that I’d missed out on last week. How’s that for ya?
Plus, as I was going through the boxes again, all the family members (Lynda, her husband and two daughters) would help find community cookbooks and bring them over to me! How nice was that? I ended up buying about fifteen additional cookbooks that way!
Seriously, how could any other word than “jackpot” describe this day?
Here’s the haul…forgive me for not naming each and every one of them.