Hello Charming friends! Did you know there’s a new girl in town?
Just in case you don’t yet know it, I am a dreamer, and the fact that, 9 times out of 10 I go with my gut rather than logically making a plan means that a lot of Mr. C’s and my most random dreams become reality. About four years ago, just after retiring, I dreamed about a little vintage trailer, right then and there I decided to pursue a dream, and hopefully one day, make it a reality.
I’ve been looking since then. They were either too large, in bad shape, to costly, too far to travel for, out bidded or the call before me got her. In the last month there were two I found, at a great price, and in the state over. But, others beat me to the punch. The last one was perfect and I cried when someone new someone else got to her first.
On Thursday, driving home from a barn sale with one of my BFF’s, I spotted an ever so cute Shasta trailer off the side of the road. Her bright color caught my eye as she was parked behind a very small vintage garage. Just sitting there looking sad that no one was paying her no mind, or using her skills.
There was no “for sale” sign in any of her windows…but something deep down inside told me she was going to be mine. Knock, knock, knock on the door until the Mr. of the house peaked his head out. I said, “would you be interested in selling her”? Mr. looked at me in confusion, and said what trailer? I said the one behind the garage, he peeped around the corner and said, “Oh, that’s not my trailer, it belongs to the manager, Bob, of Bob’s Citgo gas station on the corner.
After thanking the Mr. of the house I headed over to the gas station, just across the street. Walked in, and said, “can I talk to the manager? When Bob came out, I heard myself say “would you be interested in selling you vintage Shasta trailer”? He looked at me with surprised on his face and said “well, I guess every things for sale at the right price”.
We talked about her for a while, and what was her asking price? Now, he never once said she was for sale, but I just acted like she was! Bob said, what’s your offer? I thought, heck I don’t know, and I paused for a few moments, and gave my price. Bob said, “that’s a fair” price.
Bob told me the story about the trailer, Bob and his dad, Bob, bought the trailer over 15 years ago as a project that the two of them could do together. They took trips with her and stored her inside a barn. Last year that was a fire in the barn and they just got her out in time before she burned! They moved her last Fall to the back side of the vintage garage, and there she sat.
She looked sad, to be parked there, no longer of use to anyone, waiting patiently until someone came by to rescue her! Bob, took my phone number, all the while NOT saying she was for sale. Bob said, I’ll call you later today or tomorrow.
As it turned out he didn’t call same day, or so I thought, and didn’t call until later Friday evening. Bob told me he “wondered” why I didn’t call back? Well, I didn’t get a call, he checked and realized he called the phone number. Negotiations went on for awhile…and the finale price reached.
new old girl…she’s sitting by the garage where we bought her.
She’s got quite a bit of sass, a whole lot of character and definitely an eye turner. She was born anywhere from 1959-1961, weight 1,826 pounds, width: 7 feet, length: 13.5 feet and still full of vim and vigor.
The front and there is a rack/brackets for a future awning.
The side opposite of the door and Mr. C walking away to the car.
Her tired wings are still in tact even though a shinning they do need.
A cute, tiny metal screen door.
The dinette seating area folds down to a full size bed. The father and son were really into the Clubs and so is Mr. C, but that stuff is not staying!
Some of the kitchen area, really hard to get a photo.
Across for kitchen sink/stove is the refrigerator and wardrobe closet which has the original ironing board!
The back of the trailer is a wooden futon style bench that pulls out into a full bed too. Above the futon is a hammock that pulls out for kids to sleep. Mr. C loved that they were Clubs fans! Please no comments for Sox fans!!! The rug is the first thing to go!
We are thrilled to find her, it really was meant to be…heading outside to start cleaning her. She needs work, but that’s OK!
Oh, this girl is all mine, Mr. C wouldn’t go for it…so I paid for it myself!
Any suggestions for a name for her? What do you think of Minnie Driv’er?