Conversation en route to the sale: “Well, it’s Sunday, so probably someone’s already bought the skull.” “Yeah. Oh well.”
My grandparents had this same thermometer/barometer. Theirs still had the man with the umbrella, though.
There was a plethora of anticommunist and Catholic ephemera. And one, lone, girlie picture. (But it was the last day of the sale. The proportions may have been different at the beginning.)
Why aren’t owner’s manuals this cool any more?
Creepy old baby doll with no eyes AND haunting, slightly drugged-looking lady amidst foliage. Aw yeah.