Tuesday, August 26, 2014

The Yard Sales of State College

Moving to an unfurnished apartment, and the ensuing hunt for furniture, reminded me just why it was that I had always chosen to live in furnished apartments.

On the other hand, it has given me the change to rediscover a bit of creativity, which has been sorely missed. By that I mean I have gone exploring in my new corner of State College, and along the way I have discovered fun things I didn't know about.

One such cool thing is called CentrePeace, which teaches inmates life skills and they repair the furniture which is then sold. It is filled with all kinds of neat stuff, and I am now a HUGE fan. 

There was a random yard sale along the street I live on, so I stopped to check it out. 



While I was originally concerned about the reasons for which one might possess such an item, a friend pointed out that many soldiers in WWII would bring Nazi artifacts home as souvenirs. Phew. I'll take that explanation.


These are Edison music rolls. Apparently Edison spent time in central PA, which is a bit of trivia that is new to me.


From a lady at CentrePeace I found out about a big church community yard sale, which had such excellent record selections as the following:



I didn't buy those two though, I opted for an AWESOME album of The Supremes, and discovered lots of new favorite songs. Also a Dvorak and a few Gershwin albums. I also found an old, black trunk, a cookbook, and lots of pretty frames. 

Totally a success.


Unceremonious

I would just like to apologize for failing to conclude my trip with a deserving post. 
The day after I flew back to France is the day that the Air Algérie flight departing from Ouagadougou went missing (filled with Burkinabè and French people, among others).
Eventually we learned that it had crashed over Mali,
and frankly I think the shock of that made it too hard for me to think about my trip.

But I should point out that I made it back, it was wonderful, and I find that I miss it. 
People there warned me that once you go, you will always go back.

Alas, sitting around in a maquis in State College is hardly a worthy replacement (were I able to find such a place to begin with), and the start of a new semester makes my life seem a whole lot less 
action-packed.

Until the next adventure, at least ...