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Memories For Sale

on May 16, 2013

The PromptOn a weekend road trip, far away from home, you stumble upon a garage sale in a neighborhood you’re passing through. Astonished, you find an object among the belongings for sale that you recognize. Tell us about it. 

“Oh, look! A yard sale thing!” I exclaimed. I shook my mom awake and pointed at the signs. “Wanna go?” I asked. She mumbled an agreement and we followed the signs. We were, after all, exploring a quiet town on the border of Mexico. The yard sale was actually a multi-family street sale. There were homemade things along with old TVs and the like. Things the families didn’t have a use for, or things they made for a living.

After finding a parking place, we wondered through the mayhem looking at things. Somehow my mom and I got separated. There was a multitude of people, stuff, and animals roaming around. It was bound to happen. Glancing down, a glint caught my attention. I leaned down and rummaged through a box until I found what I was looking for. My fingers connected with something cool and solid. I knew what it was immediately. It was small. Small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. The transparent glass was a dark blue. The little glass bird struck a nerve deep. Standing there, under the hot sun, I was transported to a cool room.

Bacon was sizzling in the frying pan. Saturday mornings at Mamaw and Papaw’s where always my favorite. It meant going through old cards, playing with the glass blue birds and shoes, and Granny making breakfast. Mamaw and I were already in the den going through the random things she had around the room. I was asking her questions, trying to get as much information as possible before she slipped away, back inside her mind wherever it was she went when an episode hit. Suddenly, Mom was there. Dragging me into the kitchen to eat. She squeezed into the chair in between the table and the window and I sat across from her. Mamaw sat on the right, Papaw sat on the left, and Granny squeezed in wherever she could. Buster, the dog, came and sat down next to me, waiting for bacon or a vanilla cookie, whichever he got first. I glanced at the window above the sink. The little blue glass bird caught my eye. 

I was brought back to the street to the sound of my mom calling my name. “Look what I found, Mom.” I held up the bird for her to see. As expected, her eyes misted over, just like mine were. “I wonder if they have anymore.” We scoured through a few more boxes looking for anymore birds. Just the one was found. We paid for it and left. When we got back to the car, I tucked the bird into my suitcase, in between about a million soft t-shirts. “Mamaw would love that,” my mom said, watching me.
“I know,” I replied. “That’s why I don’t want it to break. I don’t have any thing else of hers. This one might of been hers. She’s probably the reason we stopped. You know how she loved yard sales.” We climbed into the car and continued on through the town, looking for a place to stay.  The street sale was a memory I would cherish for ever.

This is what the actual bird I'm talking about looks like. There is a factory near my home town called "The Bluebird Factory" where the actually make birds like this.

This is what the actual bird I’m talking about looks like. There is a factory near my home town called “Terra Studios” where the actually make birds like this.


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  3. aliciabenton says:

    Aww – I love this. Great post!!

    • xdanigirl says:

      Thanks (: I love those little bluebirds. They used to be all over my great grandmother’s house so when I see them anywhere else I think of here. I instantly thought of these when I read the prompt!!

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