It may be February, but I’ve got six sales on my list. Can you believe I even crossed off three other sales? One sale is even just across the border in South Carolina! Most of them are at 9am…including the one in S.C. This is going to one busy morning.
My 7am sale is open early—and it’s a bust. Hmmmm….wonder if one of the 8am sales is open early? Oh boy! The one over in Matthews is already open!!! And as soon as I see all the stuff, it’s gets overwhelming quickly. There is an unending line of tables in the driveway that begins in the garage. I walk by a table and spot a silver cookbook and pick it up. But then I see boxes and boxes of books. And yes, there are cookbooks in several of them.
I’m trying to look quickly and as thoroughly as possible because the garage already has quite a few people digging through the items. I see a lot of hardback books but every once in a while I find a plastic spiral spine sticking out. I grab what I can and here’s what I found:

Blue Ribbon Recipes: Favorite Recipes from Southern Kitchens, Silver Anniversary Cookbook (Hickory Grove Presbyterian Church (Charlotte, NC), Charleston Receipts (Junior League of Charleston, 1965 printing), and Gather ‘round Our Table: Recipes and Memories from the Doughtie Family and Friends.
As I’m checking out, the lady handling the money asks if I cook a lot. I tell her that I’m a collector and we get to talking. This sale is from her parent’s home and she lives right next door. She tells me that she had donated a lot of her cookbooks but that she would run over to her house and bring out a few more.
Here’s what she brought out:

Cooking with Class (Charlotte Latin Schools) and Sixth Grade Delights (Clemmons Middle School Sixth Grade, Winston-Salem, NC). She tells me that a student at this school became ill and this cookbook was a fundraiser. I hope it helped.
The next 8am sale is literally so well-hidden that I can’t find it. I drive up and down the street and then give up. Fantastic—I’ve driven all the way from Matthews back into Charlotte for a wild goose chase. That’s probably a good ten minutes of drive time wasted. I decide to just go ahead try the 9am sale down in South Carolina. I’ll arrive just in time but I’ll blow any chances at the other two sales and show up late to those. I’m banking on this one because the ad says they’re “selling Mother’s estate.” That should be good for some cookbooks, right? (sounds of crickets in the distance)
Just as I’m on my way, the low gas light comes one. Great—this’ll add another five minutes or more to the arrival time. Yikes! When I do finally make it to the sale, I see a line of people already waiting…and did I mention it’s raining?
As I walk up to take my place in line, the door opens and people start to file in. We’re all trying to get into what must be the smallest house in the world. I honestly don’t think we’ll all fit in! I slowly follow the line into the kitchen. I spot a stack of books on a shelf, but, of course, the woman in front of me stops right in front of the books. I’m able to lean over, push the top books out of the way and grab these two:

Favorite Recipes (St. Mary’s County Humane Society) and Favorite Recipes (St. Paul UMC). I think I’ve blown any chance for finding any more cookbooks this morning. I took a chance on this sale and royally blew it. I’ll give the other two sale a try…but I’m not holding out much hope.
When I arrive at the next sale, I notice the sign says 8am. I had it on my list for 9am—so I’m more than an hour late! It’s drizzling now but everything is inside a covered garage. It’s an estate sale and there are a ton of really nice decorative items but no cookbooks. I spot this crab (is it brass?) and he looks like a perfect companion to a pewter crab I found at a sale last year. Plus, this one has movable claws and his shell lifts up! There’s even a lovely feather tucked in there.

I’m ready to pay for the brass crab but decide to ask about cookbooks. I’m so glad I did. A few minutes after going inside the house, a lady emerges with a stack of cookbooks. My heart skips a beat when I see the selection! Here they are:

Spartanburg Secrets II (Junior League of Spartanburg, SC), The Asheboro Cook Book (First Methodist Church, Asheboro, NC), A Cook’s Tour of Quantico (Officers’ Wives Garden Club, Marine Corps Schools, Quantico, VA), Recipes (Gretna High School Band, Tea Time in Old Pendleton (The Foundation for Historic Restoration, Pendleton, SC).
I’m first introduced to Susan, the daughter who tells me about her mother Kit. She tells me that Kit was the consummate Southern lady from Gretna, Virginia who loved everybody and knew no stranger. She was one of eleven children and a product of the Depression. As a result, she usually overbought (buying four heads of lettuce) and made huge casseroles for dinner. Susan said that while cleaning out the house, they found 43 bibles! Now that’s giving The Gideons a run for their money! (Kit had passed away this past June at the age of 85.)
Susan then introduces me to her brother, Ray. He sees the stack of cookbooks and then tells me that their dad was actually the cook for the family—and pretty good at it. His nickname was Desi but they pronounced it "Dee-Zee." The more I hear, the more Kit is sounding like one smart lady to me—let the husband do all the cookingI On the way out, I asked Ray if he had inherited any of his father’s cooking skills but apparently, he hasn’t. Oh well!
What a nice treat for me to learn some family history about Kit and her cookbooks. I’m especially honored that they went inside and brought them out for me. I literally had no hopes for this sale but I ended up with a lovely collection from Kit and Desi.
The last sale of the day catches my eye with a sign on the side of the road. I take a chance and find a garage lined with books and books. They’re not cheap and I’m low on cash so I’m carefully looking through the lines for cookbooks…and interesting ones at that.
Here’s what I find:

The Margaret Rudkin Pepperidge Farm Cook Book, Brennan’s New Orleans Cookbook (Hermann B. Deutsch) and Come for Cocktails, Stay for Supper (Marian Burros and Lois Levine. What’s with that last one? Are you too sloshed from the booze that you have to stick around and eat enough Swedish Meatballs, chicken wings and casserole to sober up? Classy....
The sad thing about this sale was that he had a ton of books. Some were still piled (or dumped?) in boxes out in the driveway—and got thoroughly drenched in the rain. I looked through a couple of boxes and thankfully, no cookbooks were harmed! Only a lot of 70s paperback novels…