A bicycle race peloton in 'yard sale' mode |
COVID-19 has changed our lives in many ways, including a dearth
of yard sales. The evidence is an absence of signage stapled to telephone
poles. Even if held outside, the thought of people gathering, people touching
stuff, people touching money, and then the sellers having to handle everything that
did not sell, is a strong disinclination. Maybe next year.
In the U.S., the origins of yard sales and garage sales date
to the 1950s and 1960s, when American movement from cities to newly built
suburbs meant that people had yards and garages, while their prosperity meant
that they had a surplus of material possessions. Rather than just discard all
that stuff, a Saturday morning with laden tables in the driveway and larger
items displayed on the grass cleared clutter from the house and made pocket
money for the family. However, the term ‘yard
sale’ has a much, much older history.
Back in the 16th century, “romage” (French) meant
to arrange cargo in a ship so that it was stowed closely and securely. Romage came
to apply to ships’ goods that were damaged in voyage and thus no longer wanted
by the owners, or just unclaimed at the end of the voyage, unloaded, and sold at
a shipyard sale. Romage in time took on a near-opposite definition of searching
a ship’s cargo carefully and thoroughly, as in a search for smuggled goods. Romage
also became “rummage”: “To hastily search for something in a confined space and
among many items by carelessly turning things over or pushing things aside.” As
in rummaging in a purse to find a ringing cell phone. By the late 1800s, a church
or charitable organization would accept donated goods to pile on tables, so
that buyer could rummage through to find what they wanted. And voila! – we have
both (ship)yard sale and rummage sale.
Traditionally, here in Massachusetts, yard sale season was
Memorial Day to Labor Day, but there has been some stretch at both ends. And while
typically a solo venture, there have been innovations. Garage Sale Day, created
in 2001, occurs on the second Saturday in August. “The World’s Longest Yard
Sale” takes place every August along 630 miles of Highway 127, spanning five
states. A yard sale as plot device has anchored several movies: “The Yardsale,
Yard Sale” and “Everything Must Go.” And who can forget the scene in “Waiting
to Exhale” when Bernadine (Angela Bassett) has just learned that her husband of
11 years is leaving her for another woman, and she first burns all his clothes,
and then sells all of his worldly possessions for one dollar each at a
vindictive yard sale.
Snow skier in mid-tumble. Internet down- load. Click on image to enlarge. |
‘Yard sale’ has an entirely different, although distantly
visually related, definition for skiers and bicyclists. For both sports,
gravity is your friend until it is your enemy. For skiers, a classic yard sale
leaves you and your equipment scattered across the snow – you here, poles
there, hat gone astray, and always the possibility that one of your skis will
decide continue the descent without you.
Bicyclists have the option of a solo or group yard sale.
Alone, you are swooping down a steep road into a banked right-hand turn at a
PAY ATTENTION forty mile per hour. Under the shade of an oak tree, not seen
until too late, is a scattering of acorns, some whole, some car-flattened. Given
that your tire is only one inch wide, not much is needed to turn your line of
descent into jittery panic. With luck (skill?) you lay the bike down to the
right and accept a shredding of bike shorts and significant road rash, knee to
hip. Alternatively, you and the bike part company, you in a bloody heap, the
bike in pieces scattered roadside. Yard sale!
“Peloton” is a French word for a pack of riders in a bicycle
race. Riders take turns at the front of the pack, where the air resistance is
highest, allowing their teammates a rest. In famous, multi-day races such as the
Tour de France, teams of nine riders compete. The team leaders are coddled
along in the peloton until it is time to break out to the front. Zipping along
at 25 miles per hour, scant inches from surrounding riders takes skill, and
even with skill, there are multi-bike crack-ups, leaving riders and bikes
scattered roadside. Yard sale!!
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