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		<title>The life I almost purchased at the Alameda Flea Market</title>
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				<category><![CDATA[Random Babbling]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Travel]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Alameda]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Flea Market]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was a red-letter page from the Book of Luke that caught my eye, lying flat on the table where the wind had teased it from the spine of an old King James. I closed the Bible around it and picked up another small, leather-bound book to weight it down. Daily Journal, 1928 was embossed [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was a red-letter page from the Book of Luke that caught my eye, lying flat on the table where the wind had teased it from the spine of an old King James. I closed the Bible around it and picked up another small, leather-bound book to weight it down. <em>Daily Journal, 1928</em> was embossed on the cover in gold.</p>
<p>I was hooked.</p>
<p>The writer&#8217;s name was Margaret, and she lived in the Bay Area from sometime in the &#8217;20s through the &#8217;60s, if not later. Most of the entries were quite brief, and many concerned the weather. &#8220;Fine today,&#8221; she wrote. &#8220;Clear by 10 AM.&#8221; But in between the weather reports, there were these fascinating glimpses of a doubtlessly fashionable woman who traveled a great deal and valued her family and friends. &#8220;Took ship for Vancouver yesterday. Had a two-hour stop in Victoria.&#8221; And she loved to entertain. &#8220;Had the office girls to dinner. My color scheme was yellow and green, even to the refreshments.&#8221;</p>
<p>Yellow and green.</p>
<p>I wish I knew what she&#8217;d served.</p>
<p>At the back of the book, where space was helpfully provided for &#8220;Cash Accounts,&#8221; she&#8217;d recorded her daily expenditures. She spent more on clothing than food. Her income was there, too, but I didn&#8217;t notice whether she&#8217;d said how she made her money.</p>
<p>In a box nearby, there were more diaries, all in the same handwriting. Some had come from gas stations, or been bonus gifts with other purchases. One, marked &#8220;1950&#8243; on the cover in gold, she&#8217;d used from 1962 to 1964, carefully labeling the multiple entries under each pre-printed date with the year she&#8217;d written each one. More weather observations, more notes of trips she&#8217;d taken, and in one, the intriguing entry, &#8220;Spoke to Aunt Mary. She has decided she would rather undertake her European excursion alone.&#8221;</p>
<p>A bold woman, Aunt Mary. Or maybe she&#8217;d just rather not travel with someone who matches her canapes to her tablecloths.</p>
<p>In the end, though, I imagined that stack of diaries collecting even more dust on one of my already-overflowing shelves and I walked away. <a href="http://miklem.com/">Mikl-Em</a> bought some <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/artoftheodd/2844895580/">Mission bookends</a> (not Mission-style, as I initially thought &#8211; miniature porcelain missions with little paths leading up to them), NovySan picked up a great yellow-velvet hat with matching veil for his daughter, and I held on to a vivid image of a yellow and green refreshments table and an Aunt who&#8217;d rather tour Europe alone.</p>
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