Trodel means “junk” in German. And, as one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, it makes sense to get rid of your junk to benefit another.
If you want to benefit yourself as well, you sell your things. At a market. Hence, Trodelmarkt.
Belt buckles. Stones. Statuary. The usual Indian and Cambodian scarves and insence.
And lots of Cool Stuff. Should have picked up armloads of these.
Trash or treasure is always a matter of opinion.
It’s all about perspective.
I picked up one of these glories at a farm auction a couple of years ago. I kept it on the dining room table and as my two were just beginning to read, they could type little notes to me. Kind of a manual laptop — portable, excellent battery life, immediate feedback.
Lots of silver — cutlery, candlesticks, tea and coffee services, re-tooled creations — all lovely and speaking of a time gone by.
Buckets and buckets of coins from the days before the euro. Pfennigs, lira, paper and coin.
What would once have been hoarded is now just scrap metal. We humans are a curious lot.
Little hooks.
Of course I have no idea of how to assess the worth of these kinds of things. I’m sure the vendors are way up on what’s of value and what ain’t.
I was trying to take pics surreptitiously thus this one’s crooked. But I decided I liked it that way.
A few of these steins were raised in joy once upon a time.
Treasures for the home renovator, Mary?
And I completely fell in love with this irresistibly handsome prince. He’s made of stretched and twisted silver forks and spoons and blobs and beads of melted silver.
I’m hoping he’ll enjoy life in Canada.
I would be in soooo much trouble. Flea market. Oh so different over there than over here. Oh well. All for the best. No room. LOVE the frog.
Mary
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The old stuff is remarkable because it’s so old. You’re quite right — very different from home in that way. And yeah, you’d have been in trouble. I thought of you at every table loaded with stuff from another era.
I was going to bring you home a sampling of knobs but then figured that would be worse than no knobs at all. What if *one* of them was *perfect* for the yellow kitchen cupboards? Tim would kill me for less than the price of your subsequent plane fare.
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Tony would love this – as would i – i am sure you exercised remarkable restraint! as i would not.
i love the little hooks! any buttons? for knitted/felted things?
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There was everything. Everything. I purchased the frog after rounding the first corner and then kept my hands in my pockets.
As I wrote, I adore old silver and the silverware, candlesticks, tea services, hooks etc made my knees weak. I totally understand now the urgency felt by the Martha Stewart types as they load up porcelain plates etc for the plane trip home.
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Great Pix Lois. I love the frog too. Within those buckets of coins, you should hunt for Maria Montessori Lire coins. I’m not sure what denomination though.
I’m checking in from work as it takes so long at home to upload all your pix
Lori
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I have thought of you many times as I’ve loaded in pics — and I have loaded them in the smallest size possible, wondering if it would make a difference. Obviously not.
Had I known about the Montessori coins I would have looked for sure! Ah well. Next time 🙂
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I am glad (sort of ) that you chose to leave the knobs (sob) behind. Honestly its like shopping at that store in Halifax – I start to hyperventilate at the mere thought of a European flea market. Some people might be kidding or exagerating when they make such a comment – unfortunately I am not one of them.
Mary
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