When my friend came around and told me of a house that a wonderful elderly eccentric and artistic man recently lived in was about to be demolished with all his collections, I had to go and see... before it all disappeared for another "glossy apartment block".
I put on my sturdy Doc Martens and took a nice big torch. And off I went with my old buddy from my teenage years. He, like I has become Eco-Frugal so a perfect partnership in foraging and hunting for treasures. I also hoped that I could get a glimpse of this interesting mans life.
Dirty and scratched camera lenses from the 60s, 70's and 80's for The Rambling Expat.
"Cereal" toys from the 70's but far too damaged from the tropical heat.
A lovely small portrait photo of a lady in the 1950's and 2 other interesting photo's.
A cinema ticket for the Darwin Film Society in 1968 (which I should donate to a public institution that collects NT history).
I gathered 2 books from the 60s, 5 Aboriginal Flints, 1 fossil and a couple of old maps.
For my friend's wife who loves beautiful historical elegant things; I kept boxes of slide photographs, 2 boxes of artist pencils, a couple of art pads from the 1960's (gorgeous thick paper) and a vintage box of porcelain dishes filled with dried cracked Japanese inks. She is artistic and creative. So I thought she might use them.
Such an interesting adventure. I felt young again, taking risks, being naughty, breaking rules, spending quality time with my friend and celebrating a mans life. Best of all it made me reflect deeply about our lives, our interests and what we leave behind when we die.
Treasure or hoarding - it an interesting world we live in with many different people and their personal stories.
Stephanie @ Frugal Down Under.