Successful Tools Auction

On April 19 was the auction of my late father's tools. It was a great success. Anna and I went to Ohio for the event, and we had a great time together staying at Mom's house. The weather was perfect--no rain at all. The crowd was big. There were over 200 people with bidding numbers present. There was such a crowd that at lunch time we were disappointed that all the hotdogs were gone! So we sent my cousin to town for some fast food! I think the buyers were happy with their deals, and we were pleased with the results. We were very pleased with the auctioneer, a well-known one in Central Ohio.

Here is Anna with her camera. She got lots of great pictures, some of which I have just put on this blog in place of my out-of-focus ones.

The trailers were loaded up from the garage buildings and covered with tarps until auction day. Some people bought so much stuff they had to buy a trailer to take it all home! Dad had several trailers for sale. He liked to buy old ones and fix them up to resell.

Mother and daughter! (Marie and Anna)

"What am I bid?....Sold!"

Notice the Amish fellow in the straw hat. He often had bid against Dad at auctions. When asked who would win, he said, "He always did--he had more money than me!" This time he was able to get those items that Dad had outbid him on. ha ha.

I counted more than fifty shovels here, not counting the rakes, hoes, pitchforks, posthole diggers, etc.

This is my dad's workshop across the road from our house. The faded sign reads "McClenathan Cabinet Shop."

Anna and I had fun learning a lot about auctions. Whenever there were a great number of one item, as in the case of the screw drivers above, the auctioneer would declare a "choice out." That meant that the highest bidder would have his choice of a certain group of items. He could have as many as he wanted at that price. Then the bidding would start over for the rest of the items.

My Uncle Daryl and my Uncle Bob, my dad's brothers.

This is my brother John who worked very hard getting ready for the auction.

The power saws are sentimental to me and my brother. John grew up learning the carpentry trade from my dad. And to me the smell of sawdust brings back pleasant memories. I even brought home a jar of sawdust in my suitcase!