12-07-2009, 09:12 PM
I got this link on my google Waukegan search. Is this house on Sheridan? When you go to this link there is a part two to click on as well. Plus, there will be more stuff on Wednesday. Go check out all of the pictures.
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There was so much, and it was all so odd, so particular, and it was everywhere I looked.
Waukegan Hoarder's Mansion, Part 1
As a rule, I don't wait to get inside an estate sale. There are just too many you can waltz right into to waste time treating one like it's the hottest nightspot in town.
But. On this particular Saturday I'd already driven all the way to Waukegan. And instead of the usual five to ten shoppers, there was a line. One stretching all the way from the sidewalk, through what had recently been an ancient and overgrown yard, and up to the front door of a mansion bigger than anything I've seen in months.
So I waited. For about an hour. And as I did I overheard more and more about the woman who'd lived there. She was one of those people who everybody knows, but no one knows much about. The family had been well-off, and large. Eight children grew up here. And after the father died, his widow had spent what was left of her time and money traveling the world, bringing as much of it as she could back to her empty home.
Bedroom Two had this interesting twig bed in the center -- surrounded by stacks and piles of more clothes and stuff.
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There was so much, and it was all so odd, so particular, and it was everywhere I looked.
Waukegan Hoarder's Mansion, Part 1
As a rule, I don't wait to get inside an estate sale. There are just too many you can waltz right into to waste time treating one like it's the hottest nightspot in town.
But. On this particular Saturday I'd already driven all the way to Waukegan. And instead of the usual five to ten shoppers, there was a line. One stretching all the way from the sidewalk, through what had recently been an ancient and overgrown yard, and up to the front door of a mansion bigger than anything I've seen in months.
So I waited. For about an hour. And as I did I overheard more and more about the woman who'd lived there. She was one of those people who everybody knows, but no one knows much about. The family had been well-off, and large. Eight children grew up here. And after the father died, his widow had spent what was left of her time and money traveling the world, bringing as much of it as she could back to her empty home.
Bedroom Two had this interesting twig bed in the center -- surrounded by stacks and piles of more clothes and stuff.