Anybody ever score big at a yard/estate/tag sale ?

Whatever you want to call it ?

Would you feel guilty if you scored some rare antiques,baseball cards,stamps,coins,records,books,etc ? Like you know its worth 10k+ by just looking at it, and get it for $10

I doubt many would feel remorse over it, I'd buy it for sure, but would kinda want to almost go back later and give the seller 10% of it or something. My conscience would sorta bother me a bit, but I guess I'd get over it.

I hate that remnant of an honest streak in me at times !

By Tim Omarzu
Managing Editor
Wednesday, April 2, 2008 1:37 PM PDT

What would you do if you found a box of coins in your attic worth $2,000?

For Novatan Matthew Rodgers, the answer was simple: Give it back to its rightful owner.

Rodgers discovered an old ammunition box filled with mostly silver coins on Martin Luther King Jr. Day weekend while looking to run some electric wire in the attic of the Sutro Road home that he and his wife and three children moved into just a little more than two years ago.

The coin box was hidden underneath the attic’s Fiberglas insulation and a piece of sheetrock.

“It was buried right next to one of the joists,” said Rodgers, a San Francisco police detective.

When Rodgers took the box downstairs and opened it, he found commemorative coins, silver dollars and rolls of quarters minted before 1964, when those U.S. coins were still made of solid silver.

Rodgers also found two or three notes indicating that the home’s previous owner, John Gleeson, left the coins for his family.

So Rodgers returned the coins to Novatan John “Jack” Gleeson Jr., a retired San Francisco Police Captain who is one of Gleeson’s three surviving children.

“It wasn’t ours. It obviously was the right thing to do to return it,” Rodgers said.

John Gleeson Sr. was a retired Deputy Sheriff who lived with his wife, Mary in Novato for more than 30 years, said his daughter Mary Jo Cooney.

In an e-mail to the Advance, Cooney explained that her father passed away 14 years ago and left many notes and messages on how he wanted his personal belongings handled. He had mentioned to his four children (one son has passed away since his father’s death) that he had a box of coins that he wanted saved and that they were hidden in a safe spot. The family never found them.

“Dad had always talked about this old ammunition case, that is was full of coins,” Cooney said in an interview.

Mary, the family matriarch, passed away in April 2006 and the family home was sold to the Rodgers family.

“The honesty and integrity of this young man was so appreciated by the family,” Cooney said in her e-mail. “The value of the coins was over $2,000 When we opened the box there was a note from our father telling us how important the coins were and how much he loved his family.

“In these troubled times, with crime and war and money problems, this was a wonderful tribute to the goodness of people,” Cooney said. “We thank this young man for his honesty.”

She said that Rodgers refused a reward for finding the coins.

Cooney plans to write a letter praising Rodgers to Heather Fong, Chief of the San Francisco Police Departmet

http://www.tylerpaper.com/TP-Opinion/218930/garage-sales-and-good-finds

[h=2]Garage sales and good finds[/h] Published on Saturday, 2 May 2015 22:54 - Written by John Moore, Guest Columnist
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John Moore, Guest Columnist



I love garage sales.
Some habits you pick up from family and some you don’t. Going to garage sales is one I picked up.
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As a kid, my family went to garage sales and estate sales almost every weekend. Part of the reason, I suspect, is that my grandfather was a blacksmith and went to Canton Texas Trade Days each month to buy many of the items he needed for resale.


It was around 1968 the first time I set foot in Canton. Virtually every month, we’d either travel with my grandparents or go on our own. Back then, in addition to what were called the junk dealers, you still saw lots of livestock being traded.
Trade Days was a lot smaller then and you could walk the whole thing in a day. While my grandfather traded with vendors for hoe and ax handles, plows and steel, my parents looked for things our household could use. The other kids and I were normally allowed a buck or two to pick one item we wanted. It was this small allotment of cash that taught me how to bargain for the rest of my life.
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I learned to maximize a dollar when I realized others bought the same item from the same dealer I had bought mine, but gotten a lower price.
Haggling is the language of garage sales. Never ever pay sticker for a flea market or garage sale item. Almost always, the seller is willing, even expecting, to take less.

Some of my favorite things came from this type of dealing.
Over 40 years ago, my parents bought a mantle clock in Canton. That clock sits above the fireplace in my living room. Their $45 investment has given me a million dollars worth of enjoyment.
The percolator my wife and I use each morning was made in about 1960. It still brews the best coffee we’ve ever tasted. I paid 50 cents for it at an estate sale.
Over the years, I’ve found numerous treasured items including dutch ovens, collectible dishes, rare record albums and out of print books.
Estate sales are the best place to find valuable items, but sometimes it can be sad. I remember walking through someone’s former home and looking at the sparse lay of what remained. On the floor, I saw a badge with a man’s name. This guy had likely worked hard his entire life and shortly after he’d passed, strangers were rummaging through his things.
I like to think that he and others who are now departed would appreciate the fact that people like me continue to use what they once treasured.
Some folks spend Saturdays at the movies. I like to spend mine searching for the next unexpected find.
To me, there’s nothing else more satisfying than finding gold in a sea of junk, all while feeling as if you got a deal.
I’ve been at it now for a long time and have amassed some pretty amazing things. Too many amazing things, actually. Matter of fact, I really need to have a garage sale.
ﾩ2015 John Moore
For more of John’s musings, visit johnmoore.net/blog

Skoda's imaginative musings.......... Every Saturday morning at 7 am the lady next door who is disabled BTW sets up a junkyard with her screaming kids. She is priceless!

Grampa got the entire 1957 Topps baseball card set at a yard sale for a couple of dollars.

5teamparlay said:

http://www.tylerpaper.com/TP-Opinion/218930/garage-sales-and-good-finds

Garage sales and good finds

Published on Saturday, 2 May 2015 22:54 - Written by John Moore, Guest Columnist
1

John Moore, Guest Columnist



I love garage sales.
Some habits you pick up from family and some you don’t. Going to garage sales is one I picked up.
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As a kid, my family went to garage sales and estate sales almost every weekend. Part of the reason, I suspect, is that my grandfather was a blacksmith and went to Canton Texas Trade Days each month to buy many of the items he needed for resale.


It was around 1968 the first time I set foot in Canton. Virtually every month, we’d either travel with my grandparents or go on our own. Back then, in addition to what were called the junk dealers, you still saw lots of livestock being traded.
Trade Days was a lot smaller then and you could walk the whole thing in a day. While my grandfather traded with vendors for hoe and ax handles, plows and steel, my parents looked for things our household could use. The other kids and I were normally allowed a buck or two to pick one item we wanted. It was this small allotment of cash that taught me how to bargain for the rest of my life.
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I learned to maximize a dollar when I realized others bought the same item from the same dealer I had bought mine, but gotten a lower price.
Haggling is the language of garage sales. Never ever pay sticker for a flea market or garage sale item. Almost always, the seller is willing, even expecting, to take less.

Some of my favorite things came from this type of dealing.
Over 40 years ago, my parents bought a mantle clock in Canton. That clock sits above the fireplace in my living room. Their $45 investment has given me a million dollars worth of enjoyment.
The percolator my wife and I use each morning was made in about 1960. It still brews the best coffee we’ve ever tasted. I paid 50 cents for it at an estate sale.
Over the years, I’ve found numerous treasured items including dutch ovens, collectible dishes, rare record albums and out of print books.
Estate sales are the best place to find valuable items, but sometimes it can be sad. I remember walking through someone’s former home and looking at the sparse lay of what remained. On the floor, I saw a badge with a man’s name. This guy had likely worked hard his entire life and shortly after he’d passed, strangers were rummaging through his things.
I like to think that he and others who are now departed would appreciate the fact that people like me continue to use what they once treasured.
Some folks spend Saturdays at the movies. I like to spend mine searching for the next unexpected find.
To me, there’s nothing else more satisfying than finding gold in a sea of junk, all while feeling as if you got a deal.
I’ve been at it now for a long time and have amassed some pretty amazing things. Too many amazing things, actually. Matter of fact, I really need to have a garage sale.
ﾩ2015 John Moore
For more of John’s musings, visit johnmoore.net/blog

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Wait how did this guy get a million dollars worth of enjoyment out of a clock?