Click to see the pictures larger.
This is where they live, directly across the road. Where they can keep an eye on all their "stuff".(No, it isn't a flea market; nothing is EVER for sale there.)
And to my son: Yep, it's on FF. That's the one.
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Things that make you go "hmmm".
Every time Cliff and I pass by this place, we have a conversation about it, and a few laughs. It doesn't seem to be a junk yard; there are no for-sale signs. An elderly couple carefully re-arrange the "stuff" from time to time, and keep it mowed and weed-free. You'll never see this quality of "stuff" so well taken care of.
Click to see the pictures larger.
This is where they live, directly across the road. Where they can keep an eye on all their "stuff".
(No, it isn't a flea market; nothing is EVER for sale there.)
And to my son: Yep, it's on FF. That's the one.
Click to see the pictures larger.
This is where they live, directly across the road. Where they can keep an eye on all their "stuff".(No, it isn't a flea market; nothing is EVER for sale there.)
And to my son: Yep, it's on FF. That's the one.
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Maybe it's an on-going flea market and they just rotate the stock....
ReplyDeleteDoes that happen to be on FF? If so, that mess has been there forever! They must have started young.
ReplyDeleteLOL how funny is this! Only in good ole' Missouri will you find quality junk owners such as this. LOVE it. And actually, not such a bad life, I think that sometimes. I would love to get off the treadmill and just 'be' someday. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteI see they have a wishing well and a picnic table so thats good. Someday they just may need some of this "stuff"
ReplyDeleteDear Hubby and I have a favorite camping spot in the National Grassland area NE of Madras, Oregon, which is in Oregon's high desert country. On our way there we pass a place we've called "Junk Yard Bob's" ever since we first saw it. Why we call it that, I dunno. Maybe it goes back to our son's childhood obsession with wrestling and one of his favorite characters was Junk Yard Dog, I think his name was. Gives you an idea how long we've been camping near there, considering our son is now 30 years old! And Junk Yard's place never, ever changes. Still the same old wrecked school bus and same bits of machinery and junk scattered around his mobile home, year after year.
ReplyDeleteHumm looks like some of that stuff needs to be loaded on that pickup truck and hawled to the junk yard. LOL. Helen
ReplyDeleteAll I can say is, "Oh my!" Anne
ReplyDeleteI would love to hear what their story is.
ReplyDeleteMy husband God bless him tried to do something like this to the side of my garage and I harped and harped and complained and complained til he fixed it up and put every last darn thing away. I told him I would call and turn him in myself before I'd have a mess grow on the side of the house. LOL sometimes we come from opposite sides of the world but I love him anyways. Now if I can get the grass to grow where the dogs are running out a path.... in the back yard. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteLisa