I am on the email list of an estate sale service -- they go to people's homes and, as a paid-for service, inventory and arrange every detail of a sale. I got an email from them last week saying that their next sale was going to be "very unusual."
It was going to be in an abandoned, rambling, turn-of-the-century three-story house in the (once upon a time luxurious) West Adams District that had stood vacant and abandoned for about a decade. The house had belonged to an eccentric old single man (hmmmmmmmmm) who had lived in alone in that big old place for many years. There was a fire on the third floor about 10 years ago that did major structural damage.
Not too long after the fire, the man died. The family members (from somewhere in the Midwest) who inherited it just let it stand there neglected until a few months ago. Some of them came out to see the house, including a sister of the old man who hadn't seen the house in more than 60 years. I can just imagine her heartsick shock when she laid eyes upon that time-weary, dilapidated old house that in its glory days was a beautiful and opulent home.
The family pretty much just walked away from the house, selling it lock stock and barrel to a real estate agent who then arranged the sale of the contents. One of the guys there told me that the house will most likely be demolished because it's structurally unsound and the next big earthquake will probably bring it down.
I saw on the inventory list in the email "ancient Electrolux vacuum" and" funky old metal canister vacuum." So of COURSE I went over there today.
My Lord.
Can you say "The Munsters House?" That's EXACTLY what this place looked like. I truly expected to see Lily and Herman at any moment. Words cannot describe it. I could kick myself for not bringing my camera with me. The sale resumes Thursday and I hope I can remember to go back over there to get some photos. Anyway... peeling, dusty, grimy, smoke-charred wall paper and that old oiled tile on many of the floors. Gaping holes in the walls, floors and ceilings. Mountains of stuff everywhere. The estate sales guy said the place was crammed with so much stuff that there was "only so much we could do with it."
I asked one of the estate crew if they had run into any ghosts there. He said no, but they did find a big old dead crow who had somehow impaled itself on a metal spike sticking out of the ground in the back yard and it was all rotting and decomposed. He said that very bizarre scene, set in that creepy old house, really gave them all the willies.
The "funky old metal" canister vacuum was an old Clarke commercial machine, fairly small and nondescript. All it had was the hose.
The Electrolux was a real prize -- a rotting, peeling, rusting vision of horror that they had pulled out of the basement. I saw a kooky old lady walking around and around and around it in circles, as if she was doing some kind of incantation over it. A man came over to her and she said to him in a stage whisper, "Ohhhh, isn't that a treasure! I've seen these on eBay for HUN-DREDS of DOLL-LARS!" I had to literally hold my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. I feigned a coughing fit and walked away.
I also saw a garish yellow and green plastic-body Lewyt floor polisher, and a Hoover 115. I was a tiny bit tempted by the 115 but it had no bag, the cord was deteriorated, and the red on-off switch was missing. It did have an agitator but the bottom of the machine was all full of cobwebs and cooties, so back it went.
I didn't stay there too long because the place smelled moldy and musty and I was concerned about breathing stuff in. They had said in the email that people should bring respiratory masks and I did, but that wouldn't keep mold spores from getting in my clothes and hair.
I'll tell you ... you sure do run into some real kooks at these estate sales. People who spend hours to meticulously pick through every single thing and then leave with nothing, or else something like a little 10¢ notebook. I saw many people digging through the piles of dirty, dusty old clothes. It made me get a little bit sick in my mouth.