Saturday's garage sales took us to a builder who was selling up excess stock, and among the plasterboard and other stuff we discovered some seriously good, but seriously BIG bits of timber. Some looked ex-railway (still with metal fittings), some would seem to be ex-jetty - is it wrong of me to pick something I'll need a forklift to move? It's on till next weekend so I'm considering some mid-sized pieces. I know a man with a forklift.
Although I'm sad that Cull's House, on Middleton Road here in Albany has been sold, I'm happy that the contents sale was handled by a friend of mine, who knew what he was doing, and that I got some interesting little bits. This is one of the oldest and probably most original house in Albany. Many of the contents were original and there were some great old quirky bits and pieces for sale.
I hope that someone thought to photograph the interior of the house before the contents were moved out. It's so important to document this stuff. The house was built by Matthew Cull in 1872, and occupied by the family for 117 years.
For those who want to read more here is a link to the entry for the house on the State Heritage Register.
Also gathered was a really nice box full of old PMG canvas post bags. (PMG was the Post Master General - the post office or what we now call Australia Post) There is even a bag of sealing wax, used to seal the lock on the bag, and some of the little stamps and holders. If anyone wants vintage sealing wax, I would appear to have cornered the market.
I found a whole lot of old Public Works Department (PWD) maps of Albany, which make for interesting reading. I love those old maps, some of these have annotations in pencil with the lot prices and other little notations. There's so much texture and feeling to these old documents, so much more soul than a computer generated map.
There were also some old galvanised jugs, and old blue enamel pot, and a very old indeed religious picture in a sweet old frame, with the back of old boards held in with handmade nails.
Not to mention a dear little handmade box, looks to have been made from a crate, with a glass top and a black velvet and lace cushion within. Looks to be depression era or earlier, meant for display because the back was nailed on with the same very old handmade nails. I don't know why I wanted it but I just did.
There was some confusion about a bench for a wringer - wet clothes on one side, eventually slightly less wet clothes on the other. No wringer attached but a nice rustic piece. I may have run out of money. And space.