My Day At the Auction and Grandpa Jack's Red Truck!

Grandpa's Red Truck, in place ready to be auctioned off.

Yesterday morning came soooooo early to my brain. My body just did not want to get out of bed. Both Mr. Phil and I have have been so tired lately. Mr. Phil came in at 6 and tapped me on my toes and said it was time to get up. The day I have dreaded for along time was here. I gave the Lord my day and as we drove Mr. Phil asked the Lord for His help. It set the tone. I had a choice to rest in Him and and trust what the Lord had for us.

The auction was to start at 9:30. I wish every one of you could have come with. Wouldn't that have been a party! A herd of women, husbands, children, and grandchildren? Anyway, we were not able to get the red truck down to the the auction the night before. There was some complication for Mr. Phil in getting it started. He worked way into the night trying to no avail. As it turned out we had to tow it all the way down. We got to the auction a little after 7.

When we got there we drove the truck into the place they wanted it to be. Right at the entrance of the auction! The young man put the farm # on the truck. Now Grandpa Jack's truck was just a number. That was hard! We then went over to the trailer to get our auction number. It was #50. We were ready for the day!

Wonder how many times I have opened this door over the years. Smile

There was so much stuff, as I looked around the auction. Others were still bringing in some of their things. Everything you can imagine!!!!!!!!!! You can't believe how much fun it can be!!!!!

This antique mower was really neat.

This old ringer washer would have been fun with flowers in it. I new it would go high.

I have always liked little oil cans.

This little tractor went for over $200.

Before the auction started I went to look around at some of the things

I would want to bid on.

I went over to check on the picket fence. Still laying there (it wanted to go home with, I could just tell). I couldn’t wait to bid on it. I am really cheep when it comes to bidding though. I looked around a little bit more and found a potato fork and a really cool wooden handled cement shovel. I liked them both. Thought I would bid on those also, because we need a cement shovel for our other fencing job. Have I told you about that? That will be for another day. I ended up getting the potato fork and cement shovel. $3.00 each. Yes!!!

Anyway, I found an adorable kerosene heater. I wanted to bid on that, if it went low also. That was all I found. Lots and lots of men were coming as the small things were winding up, that meant maybe they wouldn’t want my girly stuff. I was ready when they started bidding. I ended up getting the kerosene heater for 7.00. I was soo excited. Isn’t it cute? I will use it in the potters shed when the weather gets nippy in the fall. We can cuddle around it.

The sale was going strong. The trucks and tractors would be later in the sale.

They had two sales going on at the same time. One on the North section and one on the South. We were at the north side because Mr. Phil was trying to see what some of the things were going for. We missed my picket fences. We were about 8 items to late. I couldn’t believe it. Stink, as Grandma Jo always said! I went up to a lady and asked her if she knew who bid on the picket fence? She said that no one wanted it so this one lady (who writes down the amounts of the items bid on) bought them, but really wanted the just the windmill part for her garden! She told me who the lady was and off I went! I asked the lady about the fence and she said, "Would you pay ONE DOLLAR for it"? Can you believe it? I was ecstatic. GOD was so merciful to me! Even if He hadn't worked it out He would still be merciful, right?

A young man brought a puppy, my grand daughter loved it.

So did my grandson.

My littlest grandson joined in and played for hours.

It came time to sell the truck. The first one for sale. I was praying that the Lord would let us buy it. Our middle son had called his Dad and said he would put up $200.oo, because at this time we could not afford it. It sold to us for $175.00.

It is ours!!!!!!!!

So, Grandpa Jack, we are asking Jesus to tell you, that it is here on your farm. A memory of you, who worked so hard to make this farm a place of refuge for those who will come behind us and those who are living now. We will leave a note in the glove compartment. A picture of you and a story about you,

in memory of you!

We love you, Grandpa Jack!

Love and hugs from the farm!