secret treasure part 2

So we're still in the train room and Super says to me he says, "Have you ever seen my Collectibles Room?"

And I'm all like, "Whaaaa? Nooooo..."

So he walks me down the hall he does to a door that has always confounded me because it has a different lock and a board across the bottom of the doorway. (Which I later learn keeps out water in case of a flood. Smart.)

He opens the door and I basically jizzed in my panties. (Yes, you can click that. No, it is NOT me jizzing in my panties.)

He tells me most of it is for sale, just make an honest offer.

So... There is basically an antique store IN the basement of MY BUILDING and I never knew until 2 weeks before I'm gonna move out!! (probably for the best actually...)

And it's all cozy too with a nice lounge chair and a good record player. Sometimes, on a Sunday afternoon, Super says he hangs out smoking and drinking and playing tunes.

I went 'round and 'round that room and kept on seeing new things every time... like going to a museum without all the boring reading.

Lots of old tin toys.

Cool old radios and creepy gnomish characters.


A superman that turns out to be a hair brush from AVON - complete with hair...

A cool BB-gun called "Daisy" (not for sale though).

This wagon was kind of neat. It was a delivery cart for a store in Toronto back in the day (owned by A. Elliot). The address is still there but it is a newer house now. I wonder if the people that live there like antiques...

I liked this little guy but didn't buy it... don't need more little trinkets...

But I couldn't help taking this old package when Super gave it to me. "Nerve Food" for "sleeplessness and general weakness". Yeah, I could use some of that. Oh wait... it contains Arsenic and Strychnine... nevermind... I'll wait until I'm actually battling heart disease to willingly ingest those thanks...

And here he is... the man of the hour, Super McBlurryhead, demonstrating a cool Indian Harmonium.

I am coveting that Black Cat Cigarette sign behind but it's worth a pretty penny so I shall refrain...

Turns out there are a few other rooms down there full of other stuff but not neatly organized like this... more furniture, lots of records, a bunch of bikes (if only I'd known THAT a year ago!!).

I learned the Super is a first-generation Canadian from Dutch parents (Frisian even!!) like me. I wonder if this explains some of our scavenging/collecting similarities? hahaha!

There's a 3rd and final part to this saga. Read on!

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