Dear Helen Hartman,
The yard and estate sale season is dying down, at least around here. Even my old flea market haunts look like junk bone yards. Love to know where can I go to dig up treasures now!
Dear Loved One,
If you are looking for buried treasure then has Helen got the place for you! YesternookAntiques and Collectibles
A fab shop in the former Russman Funeral Home on Goss Avenue in Louisville KY.
Yes, I know called it Yesteryear, in my last post. Secondly, stuff in a mortuary would technically be pre-buried, not buried, treasure or not.
Puns are not an exact science, you know. Neither are the inner workings of Helen’s mind. I do, however, know what you’re asking about now.
|No, Helen is NOT wrapped right, if she were what fun would she be???|
As I was saying, I know you’re asking: “If one doesn’t live in Louisville, how can one ‘check the place out’?”
The way to discover Yesternook is, of course, the same way one does so many things – vicariously through Helen Hartman! Put on your best let’s go shopping at a funeral parlor shoes (and pants if need be, we will wait) and off we go…
The owner and staff are friendly and helpful –
The rooms are identified by the names of the owner's dearly departed relatives.
You might think a shop in a place like this might be creepy
|The creepiest thing I saw was this leering image of Captain Kangaroo - clearly he even made Little Red Riding Hood forget about the big bad wolf and start worrying about that Good Morning Captain!|
But it is big and bright and actually has a nice vibe. Even nicer treasures with prices that don’t seem like somebody has been watching too much Antiques Roadshow.
Of course I had to ask if there were any ghosties hanging about. Yes, one fellow. There are reports of strange sounds in far corners, of things happening with lights…
We wondered if he wouldn’t show himself in the photos. Not so much as a stray clunk or flicker until, while in the café downstairs I took a random snap, checked the image and saw a figure of a man in the darkened inner sanctum of the powder room with an eerie warning message. A shiver ran down my spine because I knew he was talking to me!
|How did he know? I WAS thinking of squeezing the Charmin! Spoooooky.|
Have a Hauntingly Great Week, Y'all!
and Happy Pink Saturday!