Those places you just stumble upon unexpectedly, the ones you just catch out of the corner of your eye as you're driving past, those are always the best. Several weeks ago on the final leg home of our vintage road trip, my mom and I came across just that. In fact, we almost didn't go in. I mean, really, a taxidermy raccoon in a bird cage? No, thank you. Wait, a taxidermy raccon in a bird cage? Okay, I'm intrigued.
Inside we went. Rooms and rooms filled with everything imaginable. Walls of old records. Shelves of antique kitchen ware. Rows of jukeboxes. Piles of turn-of-the-century sewing machines. I could write a short story on everything housed in that place. And I could have spent a small fortune. Alas, I was good, walking out with a modest stack of 1930s McCall's magazines.
Naturally, I was captured by the dreamy illustrations on the first two covers. But what really surprised me was seeing F. Scott Fitzgerald listed as a contributor. I had no idea McCall's had published the works so many well-known writers. John Steinbeck and Kurt Vonnegut, to name a few. Each copy is filled with a variety of fashion from the day, short stories and articles on 'modern' domestic life. They've been an interesting read to say the least!