Pass It Along

Archived | June 18, 2015 | By

Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. Spent a good amount of time going through the kitchen cupboards, cleaning and wiping and pulling out things I haven’t used for years so I might include them in the garage sale I’m having this week. There are a couple dozen homes participating, more of a community event than anything, and there’s a wonderful feeling in the air with cars lined up and down the street and women pushing strollers and young children skipping about. 

What I love about garages sales isn’t so much the stuff, though now and then there’s something. I bought a collection of great literary works bound in green leather a few years back, and a mini trampoline when the kids were younger and did they ever have a time with it, jumpin’ in their pajamas to the music of Elvis Presley during their “sleepovers” in the basement. I have bought baskets at garage sales and filled ‘em up and gave ‘em for gifts, and picture frames and books, too. Lots of books. Never much else, though. I’m just not a gatherer when it comes to things.

So I borrowed a few tables from the church basement and filled ‘em with kids’ clothes that don’t fit, and some linens and dishware, a good number of books and a bike rack and an older cooler which we haven’t used mostly because it is too small. Mr. Sundberg reluctantly handed over a set of tools and some blinds we bought but never used and it’s been a good stretch of hours. We’ve made over 300 so far and that’s just fine by me.

There are two things that happen at garage sale which don’t happen on a regular day: you meet a lot of good people you wouldn’t have met otherwise and, if you’re like me, you ask enough questions to learn a little bit about a lot of lives. Met, just today, a woman about to give birth (she’s hoping that wandering the neighborhood will get things going), one man who is leaving his wife and one who just lost his, a grandmother of seventeen grandchildren, a group of young children looking for candy, and a neighbor named “Lila” who just moved in two houses down and is just my kind of person.

The other? You get to watch people find “the Perfect Thing” or “Just What I Am Looking For” in your old stuff. I like that. To think my old dishes and my daughter’s old shoes and Mr. Sundberg’s old cooler would light up a person, well, that’s a fine thing. If you don’t love it or use it, pass it along, I say. Works for me.

Here’s a little something to make the good things just a little bit better.

Honey Butter

1 cup (2 sticks) butter, softened
1 cup powdered sugar
1 cup honey
2 tsp cinnamon
Sprinkle of nutmeg (optional)

Combine in order listed.  Spoon into ramekins.
Serve with bread, rolls, hot cereal, sweetbreads, French toast, waffles, pancakes, anything you wish.