"Haply your eye shall light upon some toy
You have desire to purchase.”
This auction is almost 90% men and the title says it all. Everything a little boy, or man could ever dream of is at this sale.
I watch the blink, blink, blink of my camera. Yes my battery is dying; what was I thinking as we ran out of the house before the sun had even made an appearance? I always have spare batteries, and I knew we were coming to this auction, now I am paying for my forgetfulness. This makes me very selective in my photos, a thing I rarely ever fret about.
As I was saying we left for this auction very early in the morning before the sun, which to our dismay made no appearance at all. It was cold, and damp. We arrive at this place surrounded by hills, the trees are almost bare and there is a prevailing cold wind. My Hero while complaining about the extra coats, mittens and hats I carry in my Jeep, now knows why. I pull another coat over top of the jacket I am wearing.
As I walk around this auction I see men of all ages, most wearing ball caps, and work boots. The big dual cab truck is getting a lot of interest. The die cast toys still in the original packaging are sold quickly.
I watch as a group of men surround the vintage restored tractors. I over hear them reminiscing about how they used to own one of these, or their Father, or Grandfather used to use these. They talk about how this machine was a workhorse and the man who restored them was very skilled. They went on and on. I find myself drawn to the instrument panels, and contours, for some reason, something I am wondering if they notice.
I watch as other men pick up and look for the brand name and where it was made on the tools. Apparently in tools this makes a big difference. Snap On, and Blue Point are top of the line, high quality, desirable tools.
This is an estate sale. The parking lot is full, as men come to honour this mans trade, and the memory of a man who was well respected in his field. They come to buy some of his vast amount of tools. A hard day for this family but the auctioneer, and his sense of humour tries to make it a little easier.
I watch as the few women, like myself follow, behind their husbands listening to stories about what each tool is for, while trying to explain why they need it. I ask My Hero what the use of many of the tools are, he happily explains. This fascinates me for some reason.
The bidding is going very well the prices are high. This is good news for the family. I watch as husbands bid, and their wives would carry the tools to the car they both arrived in. This continued throughout the day.
I am sitting in the Jeep now, eating a turkey sandwich, watching the women walk back, and forth with their husbands treasure and I find myself wondering what, if anything My Hero is standing there holding, waiting for my return.
I see some things that peak my interest and wander over to get a photo, my camera battery is now completely dead, and I find myself using my cell phone camera, raising many questions from the people passing by.
I bore of this quickly, and run to see what I will be carrying back to the Jeep for My Hero. I am so happy the rain has held off. This is a hard enough day on the family.