Those were my favorite words in the world to hear. I loved nothing better then going to an action sale with my Dad on a Sunday afternoon.
The weather to me always seemed to be sunny and bright. There was usually lemonade, coffee and several different kinds of bars to buy and Dad always had change in his pocket.
We’d mill around first visiting with people as well as checking out what was up for auction. There was usually a box or two of kittens or puppies that were free for the taking. We’d look and pet, put them back because then it was time to get to work.
I had a very important job (in my mind) at the auction sales. Dad had to keep track of the item being sold, who bought it and how much it went for. When Dad filled up a clerk sheet, it was my job to take the sheet to the other banker. I actually had no idea what the other banker did, but it afforded my the feeling of importance and it was pretty cool to be able to push my way through the crowd to the hay trailer where my Dad sat, get boosted up from someone around the take my place back beside my Dad.
But the biggest perk of my Dad clerking the auction sales was that it allowed me the opportunity of securing a few coveted items, and the cool part was that you had to buy the whole box of stuff to get the one thing you wanted.
A little nudge or look usually was all it took. Even if I got the “eyebrow” he’d give a glance in the auctioneers direction and then came the sweet sound of SOLD!
The coveted items that I collected over the course of a summer?
- Hackamore
- Curry comb
- Bridle
- Halter
- Horsebrush
The only thing that was missing was the horse………………………which I got…………………..but that’s a story for another day.
Trudy M L