As I mentioned in Friday’s post, Motor Man and I attended an auction Saturday. We learned that items from my late aunt and uncle’s estate would be included. These were my cousin, Lona’s, parents.
We were on our way out of town well before dawn, driving the 50+ miles to the farm where the auction was being held. If you must be up and on the road that early in the day, it helps to have a beautiful morning for a drive.
One item in particular was the reason I wanted to be at this auction, and I’ll write about that soon in a future post. The day was filled with emotion and unexpected found treasures.
Friends of ours (who were also friends with Lona and her parents) came to the auction, too. There were actually two auctions being held at the same time, so it was nice to have our friends keeping an eye out for items they thought we may be interested in.
Although I have attended a couple of auctions, I had never actually bid on anything……until Saturday. A quilt was to be first.
As the bidding for the quilt began, my friend, unbelievably, noticed embroidery in the margin. When I saw the names, I knew I needed to bid on it. Bennie and Doris were Lona’s parents. Bennie was my mom’s brother, and Martha was one of their sisters.
There was a showcase nearly filled with costume jewelry. Our friend noticed a tiny box containing lapel pins attached to handwritten notes.
Rather than auction the entire showcase at once (which was my fear), we were told by the auctioneer to choose whatever items we were interested in, and we could bid on those. I was the only bidder for this little box, which I didn’t really examine before buying. Inside were three pins, but I was brought to tears when I could actually read what was written on the note on top.
Lona’s maternal grandmother was my dad’s sister, and Nettie McGuriman was their mother. She passed away many years before I was born.
A basket containing photos, old letters (some from World War I) and postcards was another find. And among the family photos was one that I had borrowed from Aunt Doris years ago to scan. Motor Man’s sister is compiling a book on old country stores in our area, and is interested in including this photo in the book. My scan of it from years ago wasn’t of a high enough resolution to be book-worthy. After Aunt Doris’s death, Lona and I searched and searched for this original – with no luck. I didn’t realize it was in the basket until Motor Man and I were driving home. We came so close to losing it forever. (More tears.)
That’s Lona, as a baby, with her parents. My late sister, Rose, is sitting on the counter to the left. (Written on the back of the photo are the names and date, along with ” whose legs and feet are these?”.) It was taken in my Grandmother’s store on Christmas Day in 1954. Beside my sister is the roll of butcher paper Grandma used to wrap hoop cheese and bologna she sold. Along with that, I also remember that old stove, barely visible, to the right. The box on the floor appears to have torn wrapping paper on top, most likely a recently opened Christmas gift.
Also found, linens, most likely embroidered by Aunt Doris.
And crocheted doilies. I have to wonder if any of these might be Nettie’s handiwork?
I’m so grateful to have the opportunity to keep these items in the family. And also thankful to our friends for not only getting us the information on where and when the auction would be, but also for being there with us as extra “eyes”.
The two of them, and of course, my Motor Man, were my emotional support through all those tears.
~These Days Of Mine~