Tuesday September 23rd from 9am-4pm we are hosting a HUGE relocation of two women’s households. Neither family is able to have a sale on premises as one is a gated assisted living and the other sudden loss was from a gated complex. We will be moving ALL these items from both estates to our FAVORITE offsite location at Kobasic’s Candy Store. All prices will be low to start and will be lowered from noon on throughout the day.

Look forward to shopping form quality clothing, sewing and crafts, holiday decorations, ruby and cranberry glass, antiques including jadite lamps, cut and crystal lamps, sterling silver, tons of jewelry, watches, shoes, bedding, quilts, high end quality furniture, furs, great kitchenware, glassware including Bohemian, vases, pottery, artwork, lots and lots of fantastic mudmen, toys, games, stuffed animals, books, records, tools, pots and plants, garden items, flowers, linens, fabrics, small appliances, rugs, and more.

We’ll sell handmade afghans, pillows, linens and bedding. The place will be filled with early ornate lighting and artwork, nicely kept upholstered furnishings, sets of stainless steel that have ALL the pieces, ceramics, dolls, plate collections and some guy’s stuff as well.

First we have Mrs. Littlejohn. Patricia spent three years teaching in Korea so has brought back some amazing contemporary mudmen and figurines. They are in perfect to near perfect condition and are just beautiful to behold. Patricia loved all sorts of jewelry and shopped primarily at Macy’s and higher end catalog stores. Patricia Ann passed away earlier this month with little warning. Her sons would appreciate us selling her remaining items so they can move on with their lives.

Patricia worked at Elk Grove USD after graduating from San Jose State in 1961. She had many friends in church and around her home. She had a great appreciation for all things quality and colorful, useful and fun! Join us in celebrating her loves and her life.

Added to this estate sale is the collection of Sue Nix who was kind enough to write her own bio below.

The Life and Times of Viola Sue Nix

Christened Viola Sue, to this day I don’t know where the Viola came from, but I do know that my middle name came from my great aunt Sue.   I chose to be called Sue.

I was born in 1922, in a little, and I mean LITTLE, farm town, Grayson near Atlanta, Georgia. As you may have guessed my father was a farmer. I shared my early farm life with seven sisters and one half brother. The Great Depression was not as hard on us as for many people since we had the farm, but it was sure nice to eventually get a pair of shoes with soles that had no holes.

I couldn’t wait to leave the farm. Either I was a very good student, or they just kicked me out, but I graduated high school at the tender age of sixteen, and after much pleading, was allowed to go to stay with a relative in her boarding house in Florida where I worked in a laundry.

I met my future husband, Dan, while in Florida. The strangest part of this story is that he was from the next, slightly larger little town next to Grayson, Lawrenceville.   I didn’t know him, and he didn’t know me, but my family knew of his family. My husband’s father, Walter, was a respected lawyer in Lawrenceville, and once ran for the U.S. Congress. He didn’t win.

Almost just like “An Officer and a Gentleman,” Dan was an Army Air Corps cadet. World War II had started. He went to flight school, and was awarded his wings. We were married soon thereafter. I didn’t know this until much later, but the now U.S. Air Force took their best pilot trainees and made them Instructor Pilots. So rather than flying bombers in Europe, Dan and I spent our war years in Texas while he taught countless younger men how to fly those magnificent machines, and then to go off to war.

After the war, Dan was transferred to Germany and I joined him. My son, Dan Jr., leaned enough German at the age of three to be our translator. My daughter, Claudia, was born in Germany. We traveled quite a bit, so many of the items in this sale I purchased in Europe between 1948 and 1953 in Germany, France, and Italy. My husband continued to fly, especially the four engined beasts. He said he always liked having a couple of spare engines, but that didn’t prevent having to bail out at least twice.

After the Berlin Air Lift we returned to the States. The rest of my life was as a nomadic gypsy Air Force wife; but as a good Air Force Officer’s wife, I learned to play bridge and rose to a Junior Master level. We ended up in Sacramento, loved it, and stayed.