I was asking my Dad about old books just as we were preparing to leave the house in the City on the weekend. I checked where I thought they might be ~ nothing. He said we should check another place. It was behind an old clothes washer or something. We didn't take time to move the obstacle but I discovered some Chatelaine magazines from 1972 and 1967. I was so excited. I snatched up a few and away we ran. I can hardly wait to cut into these splendid fuschia feathers (after I scan them of course). Yummm. And I suspect there will be more treasures for when I return.