Finding New Homes

Fruit in Cigar BoxSaturday was a beautiful day to attend an auction.  The sun was shining, there was a breeze blowing and the temperature was in the 80s.  A little warm for April, but it was nice after the gloomy start of the week.  As I walked around the grounds and looked at the items that were going to be finding new homes within the next few hours, I was a little sad.  No, I was more than ‘a little sad’, I was just plain sad!  Everything here belonged to a dear friend of ours, much of it made by his own hands.  After retiring from farming, he became a wonderful woodworker.  There were rolling pins and holders, wooden bowls, candle sticks, picture frames, tv cabinets, children’s table and chair sets, tables, computer desks and many more items, all made by him.  A beautiful rolltop desk that he made is now on it’s way to Kansas to live with one of his daughters.  There were boxes of Christmas decorations and I thought about the Christmases his family had enjoyed them.  There was a cake plate, how many birthday cakes had it held for his family members.  Canning jars, how many times had he filled them and then enjoyed the bounty of his beautiful garden during the cold winter months.  His tools, we alreday know what all he did with them.  The tractor – as the auctioneer was selling it, there he was, one of his daughters with her hand on his shoulder and his grandson at his side, the look on his face said it all.  I’ve never cried at an auction before, but I couldn’t hold the tears back.  I know how much he loved living here in the country.  For ninety years this community has been his life and now he was saying goodbye to it all to start anew in the warm sunshine of Arizona.  Sometimes we don’t have a choice as to how we will live out our remaining years.  He is a very lively, vibrant ninety year-old that is loosing his eyesight.  Not by choice, but because of nesessity he is making a new home close to one of his daughters.

 We came home with a truck load of goods Saturday evening.  D bought some of the woodworking tools and I am now the new owner of a table that our friend had made.  Next winter when we dump out a new box of puzzle pieces onto the table we will think of him with each piece that is put together.  Hanging on our living wall, directly over the table, is a beautiful clock that he made and he and my Aunt gave to us for Christmas last year.  In my kitchen are rolling pins, cutting boards and other items that he had made over the years and had given to me.  He will be many miles away but a part of him will always be here in our home and especially in our hearts.  Dan, we love you and will never forget all the times we have spent together.  Can’t wait for your visit this summer. auction #4auction#3

Until later – Sharon


3 Responses to “Finding New Homes”

  1. Kay Unguran Says:


    Thank you for everything!! It was the end of a phase of my Dad’s life and it is sad to go through that. I hope the next phase is as full and fun as the last one was! Thanks again for being the collector of memories for us. It means a lot!!!


  2. Sorry for the loss. The photos of the wooden fruit was great!

    • theegggather Says:

      Thanks Carroll for the comment. It was one of those things that just caught my eye and I snapped it. Actually, it was stone and wighted a ‘ton’ – that’s stretching it bit.

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