This is one of the strangest espresso pots I've ever seen. Click Title (above) to see the pot.
For sale is a vintage Italian stainless espresso pot with internal filter, a total of three pieces. The pot measures 4 1/2" high, and the black plastic handle is about 3 3/4" long. There is a black plastic spout on top that is about 1 1/2" long and a long, curved aluminum steam/drain spout that is about 8" long. The circumference of the pot across the bottom is 4" and across the top is 3 1/2".
On the bottom of the pot it is stamped "INOX 18/10" and "Made in Italy" with the letters "G G" in a box in the middle. Everything appears to be in good shape, but there is a little tape residue on top of the pot from a label that you can probably get off with a good scrubbing.
For sale is an early 20th century divided back postcard "Scott Building, National Soldiers Home".
The first national old soldiers' home in the U.S. was established in Washington. Today, the Scott building, the oldest of three operational dormitories, accommodates resident and guest rooms as well as chaplain offices, dining services, the library, the wellness center which encompasses both medical, dental, and eye clinics and resident services.
Rating: Very good.
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For sale is a lot of 100 damaged postcards. These would be great for assemblage, crafting or scrapbooking. Mixed as to type: standard/chrome, linen and earlier. Assume that every card has some condition issue.
I've actually had comments back from buyers of previous lots that our "damaged" cards were better than the regular cards they've been buying! Yep, we're choosy, all right!
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It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the Earth. It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through.
Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we didn't see some rain soon, we would lose everything.
It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my six-year-old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. He wasn't walking with the usual carefree abandon of a youth, but with a serious purpose. I could only see his back.
He was obviously walking with a great effort, trying to be as still as possible.
Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches, thinking that whatever task he had been doing was completed.
Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful stride toward the woods. This activity went on for an hour: walk carefully to the woods, run back to the house. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer and I crept out of the house and followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be seen, as he was obviously doing important work and didn't need his mommy checking up on him).
He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked, being very careful not to spill the water he held in them, maybe two or three tablespoons were held in his tiny hands. I sneaked close as he went into the woods.
Branches and thorns slapped his little face, but he did not try to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose.
As I leaned in to spy on him, I saw the most amazing site. Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to them. I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the buck did not threaten him. He didn't even move as Billy knelt down. And I saw a tiny fawn laying on the ground, obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy's hand.
When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house and I hid behind a tree. I followed him back to the house to a spigot to which we had shut off the water. Billy opened it all the way up and a small trickle began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip, drip slowly fill up his makeshift "cup," as the sun beat down on his little back. And it came clear to me: The trouble he had gotten into for playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had received about the importance of not wasting water. The reason he didn't ask me to help him.
It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front of him. His little eyes just filled with tears. "I'm not wasting," was all he said.
As he began his walk, I joined him with a small pot of water from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was his job. I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, they were suddenly joined by other drops, and more drops, and more. I looked up at the sky. It was as if God, himself, was weeping with pride.
Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence. That miracles don't really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I can't argue with that. I'm not going to try. All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm, just like the actions of one little boy saved another.
I don't know if anyone will read this, but I had to send it out. To honor the memory of my beautiful Billy, who was taken from me much too soon.
But not before showing me the true face of God, in a little, sunburned body.
-- Author Unknown
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For sale is an RPPC showing two gentlemen, one with his hand on the other's shoulder, each with cigarettes.
Maybe I'm reading into this, but it looks ever so gay. Sometimes when people post these on eBay, they'll say "gay interest", but we decided to let the picture speak for itself. Then again, it's a different time. Maybe men just put their arms around each others shoulders?
AZO stamp box, circa 1904-1918. The card is divided back, so it is after 1907.
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