An afternoon at an auction

Earlier in the week, my friends told me about an auction that would be taking place on Thursday afternoon at the home of one of the ladies in the church.  She has sold her home and is moving into a retirement center in the area and had an auction at her house to sell all the "stuff."

The auction was to start at four in the afternoon.  Even though we had arrived a bit early, there were already a lot of cars there, and with them a lot of people who were milling around, looking at all the treasures to be sold.

Do you see the telephone on the table?  I remember my aunt's having one on the wall of her home in Florida many years ago.  I would have loved to have it on my wall, but I resisted.  The bell still worked when you cranked it.  Remember the party lines?

The accordian was another treasure that was there.  Everyone looked at it with interest.  The case was old and worn, like the accordian, but I know it became  someone's special purchase.  Seeing it reminded me of my cousin, Mary Ann, who was a serious accordian player in her day.

Not something that would be useful in Florida, I'm sure someone will know just what to do with these.

Jars, jars, jars.  I can just imagine that these were a hot commodity.  My mother would put these to good use.  When she died, there was a wall of food that she had "put up."

 There were lots of books there, but this one in particular caught my eye.  I would be interested  in reading this one since Mennonites are pacifists, and I wonder what role they played.  Perhaps they were in a support role.  I'll have to find out.

There were quite a few folks from the church there that I'm attending, so it gave me an opportunity to get to know them all a little bit better.  Names, names, names, I'm trying to learn names.  And so far, I'm not doing too badly.