Estate Sales Help GalleryGrand Opening at 2900 Franklin Blvd Sacramento 95818
on Saturday February 13th from9am-9pm.

We’ll be offering donuts and coffee from opening until they run out as well as great prices on priceless art, antiques, and collectibles. We will add refreshments and snacks later on from about 6pm-9pm for the late comers. We were originally only going to have the items be viewed and then later auctioned off online on our website but due to the fact that we now have 3 consigned estates on the premises with some really great art, antiques and collectibles, we felt you would more appreciate a chance to actually SHOP this sale rather than just check it out.

This is unusual in that we don’t normally host a Saturday sales event but we thought we would try to see how it works for you all and if it does, we can make it a monthly event. You will still be able to view the new consignments daily at the gallery but they would only be for sale on that second Saturday or online on our website. We will just have to see how this goes. Expect photos of the items for sale to be listed online as the week progresses. Check back often for updates.

We have been asked for many years to consign high-dollar items by families unable to host a sale on premises due to gated communities, fast downsizing or relocation to rest-homes. This gallery will enable us to offer you some first-rate high end items at great prices and unusual collectibles fairly often. We hope you can join us!

The following is a family history from one of our consignment clients for Saturday. It is well worth the read.

My grandfather (dad’s dad) was born in 1892 (I think), and was in both WWI, WWII, and was in the unit under General Pershing when they went after Pancho Villa in the Arizona Territory (1917).  He retired after 35 years as a captain in the Army.  My dad was born in 1921 in Galesburg, Illinois, the same town my grandfather was born in.  Dad went to Balboa High School in San Francisco, and joined the Marine Corps in 1942.  He was in the Second Marine division and fought in Guadalcanal, Saipan, Tarawa, and was blown off a ship at the Westlock disaster in Pearl Harbor, injuring his back and blowing out his ear drums.  He managed to save a fellow Marine, and was returned to active duty after healing.  He ultimately was sent to a hospital in New Zealand for Malaria treatment.  When he was there he befriended several of the Navajo servicemen who were there for treatment also.

After the war, he joined the Army, and in late 1949 was transferred to Linz, Austria to begin his military intelligence career.  His job there was to capture communists infiltrating across the Danube River.  In 1954, he was transferred to Nogales, Arizona to work with the border patrol to again find communists that were coming across the border from Mexico.  Ironically enough, while we were there, one day he took us to Fort Huachuca where we witnessed an above -ground nuclear blast.  I remember it like yesterday!  From there it was off to Monterey, California for dad’s training to learn Checkaslavakian at the Military language school at the Presidio.  From there off to Germany (1957-1960), then Carmel Valley, California, then Seattle, then  to West Berlin Germany (1964).  That was the height of the cold war and Berlin was a real “hot spot”, as I remember.  He was with the 315th MI group, and seemed pretty busy.  By this time dad was in the Government Service as a GS14, and he was pretty important.  He spoke Check, French, German (fluently), and some Spanish.  They ultimately retired at the mobile home in Citrus Heights, where he spent a lot of time fishing and gold panning with one of my uncles.  Hope this is of some interest.  Regards, Don Minium

Thanks for the read.
Jen and crew