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Yesterday was the auction at Gram's.

When I was too young to appreciate such things, Gram and Grandpa Walt used to make a hobby of going to auctions, garage sales, estate sales, etc. They would buy old things, refurbish them, and sell them in their garage sale. They both very much loved working with their hands, and they loved a good bargain. I remember going with them to one particular sale and finding black opera gloves that just fit me and silk stocking. *real* silk stockings, with the back seam and need for a garter belt and all. That's the ultimate way to play dress up as a teen!

Gram wanted the entire contents of the house to be sold at auction, and then the proceeds to be split amongst the kids and grandkids. Mom declared it not practical to get everyone there at once. So we went through everything first, and then left it all for this auction. I can imagine Gram showing up and sniffing. All the good stuff has been picked over already.

The house has been sold. The auction is over. I'm going to miss the rhubarb and the apples, and the wide open back yard, the edging of woods where Max is buried (german shepard we had before I was born), the closely shorn grass, the lilacs and the grape arbor.

I've missed them for a while. I guess I just go on missing them. I'm not young any more. And I can't get used to that.  ¶ 6:14 AM