Traci called a few weeks ago beaming about her new hobby. “Estate Sales,” she chirped, “I map them out and off we go.” Gadora invited herself out to see their loot and hoped in earnest to join their next run. Bright and early Sunday morning, we coffeed up and began our journey from Decatur, headed to Weatherford, then eventually towards Ft. Worth and finished in Arlington (And thanks Tim for driving).

My Own Sunday Loot
Gadora was most successful at the first and crappiest Estate Sale. The only ones there, we had space to pilfer. A wall of coffee mugs and glassware could only mesmerize so long. I spied 4 dusty shell lamp bases, then another, then another. Somehow a dank hallway beckoned me, and led me straight to a cluttered side table. I coolly and casually made my offer and the estate company accepted without incident. Here is Gadora’s table.

A gorgeous Lane side piece that had recently been abused by shellac, the dovetails exposed just enough. A website I found said to read the serial number backwards and so it is that 01.06.66 was when my table was produced.

JetsetModern identified my table as part of the “Acclaim” series. “In addition to its physical virtues, the Acclaim line was uncommonly broad and deep.” Another site offered: “LANE ACCLAIM SERIES MODERN END TABLES (PAIR) Designed by Andre Bus,” but this I’ll have to confirm. The only thing I can find on ebay is for a console table with drawers for the “buy it now” price of $599. We’re not close, but we’re pretty darn.

Lane Acclaim
We spent the rest of the afternoon shuffling around town with mostly the same people. Traci and Tim had been to most on Saturday and had scoped out their half-priced Sunday treasures. Narrowly missing a pristine wheat-colored velvet sofa with mid-century lines, I sulked into another part of the house and took a moment to remember each home was a preserved, but now-disheveled history of the lives that unfolded there. We three, ready to pick up their pieces.
Tonight’s posting, and new category listing “On Becoming,” is an ode to Carl R. Rogers, “On Becoming A Person.” The good life is indeed a process… and Gadora is in the process of becoming, too.
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March 12, 2009 at 5:37 pm
i have a Lane cedar chest that i will soon be hauling from mom’s to my living room, i reckon… maybe you can help me move it?
and help me figure out what it’s about?
and help me refinish it? or not? it’s in not-great shape. but i love it.
miss you.
March 10, 2009 at 10:12 pm
I LOVE this 50s end table!
March 10, 2009 at 3:25 pm
Hi G.Wilder,
I thought your recent post on estate sale treasures was well done, and love the insightful passage from Carl Rogers. I came across that piece years ago, and it was so refreshing to see it resurface in my own life. Just at the right time.
You are very timely, my dear, in so many ways.
Happy Searching and have a great week.
March 10, 2009 at 5:33 am
nice to read, miss gadora.