You Say Goodbye I Say Hello – Doors of Merrickville

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In the Hawaiian language the word “Aloha” can mean “hello” or “goodbye” so below is a photo blog and quotes on doors that open and say “hello” or shut and say “goodbye”.

All Photos by Linda Seccaspina

 

                                                
 

 

Big doors swing on little hinges.
Aloha W. Clement Stone



 

 

For too long, decisions have been taken behind closed doors – tablets of stone have simply been past down to people without bothering to involve people, listen to their views or give them information about what we are doing and why.
 Peter Mandelson

 

I will reveal the secrets behind these doors.
Zahi Hawass

 

                    

                              

 

It is difficult for the common good to prevail against the intense concentration of those who have a special interest, especially if the decisions are made behind locked doors.
Jimmy Carter

 

 

I looked back at some of my earlier published stories with genuine horror and remorse. I got thinking, How many extant copies might there be, who owns them, and do they keep their doors locked?
Richard Russo

 

 

I feel very adventurous. There are so many doors to be opened, and I’m not afraid to look behind them.
Elizabeth Taylor

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Love unlocks doors and opens windows that weren’t even there before.
Mignon McLaughlin

 


Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors where there were only walls.
 Joseph Campbell

 

 

Good manners will open doors that the best education cannot.
 Clarence Thomas

 

 

Doors open because you’re beautiful, but I wouldn’t cultivate beauty to the exclusion of brains.
 Tia Carrere

 

 

Death hath a thousand doors to let out life: I shall find one.
 Philip Massinger

 


 


A Hello and Goodbye Hawaiian Short Story

In 1974 vintage clothing was finally coming into its own and I had many a customer that wanted vintage and silk Hawaiian shirts. Sad to say Canada was not the mecca of procuring vintage clothing in large quantities so I was told the only place to go was New York City to a used clothing processing plant.

Very few of these processing plants exist today with the quality they once had. Now these recycling places pick up public used clothing and it is sent to one of the largest used clothing retailers and after a certain amount of time they are re-baled sent out to third world countries. In the 70’s I could buy a 500 pound bale of Grade AA clothing at 2 cents a pound now it’s a 20,000 and 40,000 lbs. minimum bale at usually 39 – 50 cents a pound depending on the grade you want.

Looking for these places in those days was looking for a needle in a haystack. because of health codes. I was told to go to a certain address on 122nd street but they failed to tell me it was across the bridge in Flushing NY and not in the center of Harlem where I stood in a phone booth trying to find out the companies location.

An hour later found us in this huge warehouse with back loaders piling clothing into a compressor to contain it into bales. We were asked what grade we wanted and within 30 minutes they had a forklift put it on top of our station wagon. I don’t know if you have ever driven hundreds of miles in a car with a 500 pound bale on top of your car but let’s just say the ceiling was caving in.

When we got to the US/ Canadian border at Ogdensburg, N. Y we were instructed to pull over to one of their storage areas. Thinking that they would give it a quick look and tell us to go on our way we were shocked when we were told that the bale had to be opened, checked and to come back in a few days.

When we returned the now uncompressed bale looked like an explosion of clothing and it was three times the size after it was baled. We had to make three return trips from Ottawa to the border to get all that clothing back to my store where it was piled in a small room until it reached the ceiling. After that, thousands of pieces were picked over and ironed. That was my first and very last attempt to bring vintage shirts to Canada. It was a quick ‘hello’ and ‘good bye’ endeavor never to be attempted again.

 

 

 

 

 

All photos by Linda Seccaspina 2012 from the little town of Merrickville, Ontario which is my dream town to retire in.

The door with the face on it is one of my fave jewelry designers located in the same town.

About lindaseccaspina

Before she laid her fingers to a keyboard, Linda was a fashion designer, and then owned the eclectic store Flash Cadilac and Savannah Devilles in Ottawa on Rideau Street from 1976-1996. She also did clothing for various media and worked on “You Can’t do that on Television”. After writing for years about things that she cared about or pissed her off on American media she finally found her calling. She is a weekly columnist for the Sherbrooke Record and documents history every single day and has over 6500 blogs about Lanark County and Ottawa and an enormous weekly readership. Linda has published six books and is in her 4th year as a town councillor for Carleton Place. She believes in community and promoting business owners because she believes she can, so she does.

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