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Dad's Estate Auction - July 6, 2007
Uncle Henry Kroeker arrived at my place in the city at 2 p.m. on Thursday, (5th). We did a couple of errands, then went to pick up my brother
Tom, who is in a wheelchair. Together we went to Hague, to prepare for the auction, and to spend the night, so we could carry things out early in the morning.
This is the stage where we were all so very busy that I didn't get any photos taken.
I mentioned that the stuff in the shed and at the back of the house should be brought alongside the garage already, so they did that, while I did stuff inside. They did some heroic work! I was very proud of Tom, as he used his wheelchair like a truck and brought huge loads down the brick garden path. Uncle Henry did amazingly well too, for someone legally blind. They kept that up in the evening.
Perhaps they brought out more stuff than I had really expected to go on the auction, but hey, it cleaned up the backyard, except for the garden which is a green jungle of volunteer growth. (Yes, besides a field of dill, there's lettuce, potatoes, hollyhocks, and raspberries rising up and eager to show their stuff!)
Ivy Krahn from church showed up, and said she hadn't been able to recruit any men as I'd asked, to help carry things out in the morning, but she and Barb Wiebe would come at 7:30 a.m. She also saw that the 6 tables the Mieraus had dropped off would never be enough, so she dialed them on her cell phone and had me order 6 more tables.
Uncle Henry used Dad's bed one last time, Tom used the sofa-bed, and I my old bed downstairs. We turned in early, knowing we had a lot to do, and not sure who else might show up.
My alarm went at 6 a.m. and when I heard Uncle Henry I hurried up. We were astonished to discover that Tom had woken even earlier, and decided that since he wasn't going back to sleep he might as well get up to start working. He had cleared one of the rough shelf units in the garage, and lugged it outside, and loaded most of it again!
I quickly got a toast and muffin breakfast out, and we ate standing up, and then off to work. I quickly washed the bedding and got it through the dryer before these appliances were carried out. I was taking my old bed apart, and when I came up, lo, Ivy and Barb had arrived, and they were working with Tom and Uncle Henry and had just about emptied the garage already. Really, those two young women (well, younger than me) were working like 4 men!
I did catch the dryer disappearing up the stairs...
Once they got all that out of the garage, I started cleaning the ramp and garage because the youth group would be using it for a concession booth, and Ivy and Barb went into the house and started carrying out furniture like nobody's business! Wow! I was impressed.
But at some point Barb stopped to call her husband, and soon Joe showed up. Then Barry Rudolph from across the street, and a bit later I discovered Abe and Tena Ens moving stuff out, and also Helen Klassen, and Lynn Moen from WTM. I seem to be spinning from one to the other as they asked, "Does this go?" I had tried to mark the the night before the things that were to stay as mine with a piece of florescent tape on them, but there's still always something that gets missed.
The rest of these shots are scenes during the auction sale.
The furniture lining up on the lawn.
We had got Town Office permission to block off the street, and use it for our auction.
The Mierau caravan of trucks and trailers arrived about 9 am, but we were still carrying things out at 9:55. Uncle Henry and I went through the house, taking down the last of the curtains, etc. for the sale.
Pre-sale browsing is encouraged. However I was disappointed in the poor turnout. There should have been 100s, not just a couple of dozen people present.
More stuff coming out the front door.
The rest of the day is a bit of a blur for me too, as I had many conversations with people. Carole (Friesen) Reddekop and her husband Harve came, (she's the youngest of the J.E.Friesen daughters) and she remarked that I ought to have sun screen on. I said I didn't have any so she took me to their truck and let me use hers. Now I'm glad, because my arms and neck are scorched but could be worse! Towards the end I went inside and wet a tea towel and wore it wet over my shoulders and arms. I seemed to have many reasons to dart out into the sun, but I kept trying to come back to the shade as soon as possible. So did everyone else.
Trailer where attenders went to sign in and get a bidding number.
People were asking me for certain items and I had trouble finding them, because of course, I had not carried out all these items.
My friends, Mrs. Helen Unger and Helen Klassen from WTM
Sheer curtains, drapes, and a couple of clothing items
Some brought their lawn chairs and visited in the shade.
Tom and Uncle Henry stayed in the shade of the garage as much as possible.
Tom admitted to being wiped-out exhausted. He often just hung his head.
Joe and Lynn, and other WTM friends, were good buyers. They picked up some teriffic deals too!
The minimum bid was $1, and often that was all it took.
Auctioneers in action; Richard Mierau holding up the Brownie Hawkeye camera.
(Actually, I was most surprised by the old view-finder just before that which sold for 22.50).
My view from a lawn chair offered in front of the Sawatsky garage. There was shade!
View from on our deck. Gradually the shade area increased.
All our stuff out there for the world to see and judge. Hmmmph!
Some tables are empty, but people pile their purchases on them.
Joe ready to load up the double bed he bought
Lynn helps to carry it away
someone checking out the sofa bed - how did that get on the neighbour's lawn?
The appliances were sold almost at the last.
It's over and people are picking over the "No Sale" items. I encouraged that because I didn't want to have to truck all that stuff here yet if I didn't have to. The woman with the baby carriage is a new immigrant from South America, who arrived late, and was so disapapointed that she had not known earlier, and could have bought up many great deals. I let her take some items for nothing.
Waiting to see what will be carried away by new owners, and what we'll have to move back into the garage.
Larry taking away the dresser and chest of drawers Elsie bought for their girls.
We had to wait while some went for trucks to haul away their stuff.
(Sigh), I was dragging my tail considerably already too, by the time we had the street cleared, and we closed up the garage and house. Uncle Henry took us out to supper at the Village Inn before we went back to the city around 8 p.m.
Well, that's all behind us now.
Uncle Henry was my very first night guest in this house, The next morning we headed out to Hague again, and discovered that they got the heavy rain showers while we had dry thunder in our part of the city. Just as we were looking over the stuff beside the garage and discussing loading it on the car and making some trips to the dump, my Pastor Darryl Neudorf pulled up with his truck and offered to take it. So he and Uncle Henry loaded and took that stuff away. I rescued a few items I thought I might use.
We sorted through and loaded some stuff in the garage into my car, and Uncle Henry figured out a way to load the rough shelf units on my roof-top without a carrier. The one lying at our feet didn't work.
Helen and Wendell Klassen came for some items they hadn't been able to fit into their car the day before, and they were willing to take a pile of Dad's old parkas to Value Village, and my old dot matrix printer, etc. to Sarcarn.
See, helpful people have come out of the woodwork so often.
Uncle Henry helped me clean the three bedrooms, and this week Monday and Tuesday I've cleaned the rest of the main floor - except for the sunroom, and my room in the basement. My goal in the back of my mind has been to turn the keys of the house over to the new owners early. Like maybe this Sunday. But I've learned from the Executor's office that you can't mess with the laywer's schedules. So now I have time until August 1.
Thus, I've decided to spend a few days unpacking my stuff and the trailer out back here, and to fix up my porches so I can bring the plants here. My front and back porch are not winterized, but they should be fine until I can place an ad and hopefully sell most of them. (About 36).
Hey, this means I'll have a chance to pick some of those raspberries in the garden back there!
Life may get more normal now once I'm settled in here. :)
Other Photo Stories in My Preparations and Moving Saga:
April Garage Sale
Preparing for the Auction
Taking Possession of 903 23rd St.
Painting and Papering
Continuing to Move in
Moving with a Loaned Trailer
Dad's Estate Auction - July 6, 2007
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