Auctioneers know that nothing gets the patrons juices flowing more than tantalizing--just a little bit--in their advertisements and promising there are untold treasures in the estate--and many have not seen the light of day for decades. Five generations of dusty treasure. Well it worked--and off we went.
Arriving very early--we were able to get a parking space directly across from the property. This is essential if you are buying and have to hike your mother lode back and forth to your vehicle. The auction grounds greeted us with a heavily tree shaded house and rows and rows and rows of set up card tables--each table piled high with stuff.
Oh this is THAT auctioneer. This is a well known auctioneer who does not auction items one by one. He stands next to a card table and offers choice. So you might be bidding on on items and your neighbor bidding on another--you don't know till the auctioneer says SOLD and you claim your prize. You also have the option of taking more items from the table at that price. The auction is a mad house--with people jockeying from one table to the next--and it is easy to miss items. There were a couple of auctioneers working two rings--no snoozing here. And they do get through a great deal of inventory quite quickly.
Nice day--hot but dry--and we picked up a bunch of treasures. Some incredible unused--11 yards to be exact-screen printed classic 1960s fabric--a beautiful splint basket and a great lamp to name a few.
Summertime---estate auctions--auctioneer hyperbole--it doesn't get any better.
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