In memory of the rummage lines

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In memory of the rummage lines
In memory of the rummage lines

In memory of the rummage lines

Some people have treasured memories of getting up really early to go fishing. Not me. Mother and I rose early for just one thing: To go to town to sell rummage. The word “rummage” held a certain allure for me back then. Still does. But the Saturday rummage lines are long gone. I miss them.

Lines? Picture of sea of clotheslines. That’s how it was. Rummage line renters c…