Ellen's Antiques/estatesales & Interiors

10/13/2026

I’ve been playing. Ink. Markers then acrylic white paint. Why not.

10/10/2026

Art I do. For sale. Thank you. Make an offer. Lol. 8 by 10 canvas framed inks and marker. Why not

10/10/2026

Breat stuff ya’ll

10/09/2026

10/09/2026

I remember cars like this I shoulda gone to cruising on the coast!

10/07/2026

I’m at the Victorian house on poplar springs. Please stop and shop if you can. I’ll post some pictures. 601 479-3721. Thanks. Ellen

10/07/2026

BREAKING: The NHC has upgraded Invest 92 to T.D. #9. It is forecasted to become a Category 2 Hurricane and make landfall Friday Night.

10/07/2026

Marty Stuart spent decades quietly rescuing over twenty thousand country music artifacts from dumpsters, storage lockers, and estate sales before Nashville could throw its own history away.

He started collecting at thirteen while traveling on tour with Lester Flatt, keeping small mementos from the road. By the 1980s and 1990s, the commercial machine in town began discarding its past in favor of polished modern sounds. Record labels cleaned out basements, and families parted with heirlooms. Stuart drove his own truck across Tennessee, spending his personal savings to haul away cardboard boxes filled with handwritten song drafts, original negative strips, and stage clothes destined for local landfills.

He rescued the worn boots Patsy Cline wore on the road and yellowed paper carrying Hank Williams’s handwritten lyrics. When older artists saw how deeply he cared, they bypassed commercial institutions to hand him their belongings directly. Bill Monroe gave him instruments. Johnny Cash and June Carter entrusted him with their stage wear, personal letters, and treasured guitars, knowing the pieces would never be sold for profit.

Stuart gathered Hank Williams’s Martin acoustic guitar, Clarence White’s landmark Fender Telecaster, and hundreds of rhinestone suits stitched by Nudie Cohn.

Instead of locking the twenty-thousand-piece archive inside a private vault, Stuart brought every instrument, photograph, and notebook back home to Philadelphia, Mississippi. There, he founded The Congress of Country Music, turning a lifetime of rescue work into a public cultural center where working families and young musicians can touch the roots of the music. The road kid who once learned from legends built an enduring home for the people who built him.

The ongoing work behind The Congress of Country Music in Philadelphia, Mississippi, is explored further below.

10/07/2026

peanut butter crock