Pewter and chess books.

“I bet if a terrible happening occurred and we had to take things and run for cover, you would go after your chess books instead of me”

” Ha, ha, ha I would not!”

thCA2LFR88sunday morning garage sale. Kids are making some dough on the side. You might not notice it, but the other day I was looking at some houses for sale a few miles from here. Something bigger and closer to a good high school for son. On I found almost all of the houses foreclosed. It was disturbing to see.


Pewter bowl and pewter small knives and one fork. Pewter mugs among other things.

“Good Morning, how much is this?”

Sabtain is a wheeler and dealer. He starts high and stays high , but is generous to a flaw with his  bilingual style . The rest being blind to his skilful speaking tongue.

Munching on snacks and clouds forming over head. Today is not going to be warm. Bees buzzing over the crawling rosemary as young men bond.  Waiting to sell that large box of multiform and many-colored  legos for 300 bucks.

The glee in their childhood eyes  was once bright while handling their legos projects, but this has transformed into master minding the strategic moves of the card game Magic.  The money made here today is for new cards which they have already purchased in their minds.


“What is papa thinking?”

“I’m just reading this book.”

“How about selling some of your chess books at the garage sale?”

“No way, we need an airplane hangar so I can have more!”

“I am lucky you do not collect women as you do chess books!”

The pewter is not selling today. Maybe it wants to stay and maybe the strange cloud hovering over the young men is grandmother who once acquired this pewter through her best friend.  Grandmother eventually ended up  marrying her best friend’s husband. She acquired a whole bunch of stuff too besides a husband.

Laughter, stories and good friends. Sales are low; guessing that everyone is still at church.

I’ll say it again and again, Life is listening to synchronicities

Tarrasch, klein Thrift stores and garage sales are where it happens. I play a game sometimes. I imagine things I would like to have and then let my imagination go.  I shop with the glow of possibilities and magic. It is amazing to find the things I thought of. The days of,  thrift stores,  any Salvation Army or garage sale, have pretty much ended. Yet, I remember back to a certain book store. It was a place that supplied us with some interesting used books. We found some great books there. This bookstore was a garage sale because it was a garage sale of used books; Old and dusty; histories that are enchanting.

My husband collects too many Chess books. One day we went out to breakfast and then turned into the local used book store for our terrible addiction to books. On this particular day a big book sale was happening; an array of books were for sale outside and it was about to rain. The two of us separated looking for a gem or heart of gold. We both were coming up empty. I wanted to find something special for my husband on his birthday on that same day.  He has studied and played chess for years and I do not know much about the game.

I have been known to try to fool him by going into his chess closet; taking out an old one and warp it up for a Christmas or on his birthday as a NEW gift.  He remembers them all.  I sometimes put little notes in his chess books thinking he will never find them… but he always does (even years later).

Anyway, on this day from our past I found a small selection of game books and noticed one with the word “CHESS” on it.  It was a book about  Siegbert Tarrasch and I thought,

“How do I say this name?”

I tried hiding the book behind my back but John wrestled it out of my grasp: A big smile came over his face because he knew about Tarrasch.


“Happy birthday John.”

I took the book back from him and looked through it. It smelled old and while reading through the preface… I stopped and read the short biography;

Siegbert Tarrasch was born on March 5, 1862. He was one of the strongest chess players of the late 19th century and early 20th century. Tarrasch was Jewish, and a patriotic German who lost a son in World War I, but lived to suffer under the early stages of Nazism.

“Wow that is the same month and day as John’s birthday.”

March 5th, John and Siegbert’s birthdays are one hundred and four years apart.

This is the best synchronicity that I ever shared with another, but I have played this game before and continue to do so…because life is listening to synchronicities.