I think estate sales are very sad and I feel like I am invading the privacy of the people that lived in the house. I also feel it is sad that if there is surviving family, they have no interest in their parents or family members possessions. I realize families spread across the country and may not have the room or desire for things that were so important to someone else.
I noticed an estate sale this AM while riding my bicycle and realized it was the home of a couple I knew. He was a VP of the company I worked for and he was the VP of the division I transferred to in 1986. He was a Navy vet of WWII and looked very much like a Navy officer and company executive. He always treated me well and once impressed me by congratulating me on some work that I had no idea he even knew of. She had worked also. but was a good corporate wife who loved her martinis and smokes.
In going through the garage, I noticed a handmade trouble light for a car. It was a headlight that was inserted into a toilet plunger and then a short piece of wood with a plastic bike handle was screwed into the other end. A piece of wire with a plug that you inserted into the cigarette lighter was attached. When you plugged it in, you had a handy light.
I started with the company in 77 and one of my first "other duties as assigned" was being responsible for a Junior Achievement company. We had a number of money making projects and these trouble lights were one of our successes. We advertised in the company newsletter and Norm had bought one of the lights from the kids. After 35 years, I have the light back in my hands and it still works.
We also bought a very nice writing desk for our daughter and a few other small items. I think the couple would be happy that we got a few of their things. I still think it is sad.
I noticed an estate sale this AM while riding my bicycle and realized it was the home of a couple I knew. He was a VP of the company I worked for and he was the VP of the division I transferred to in 1986. He was a Navy vet of WWII and looked very much like a Navy officer and company executive. He always treated me well and once impressed me by congratulating me on some work that I had no idea he even knew of. She had worked also. but was a good corporate wife who loved her martinis and smokes.
In going through the garage, I noticed a handmade trouble light for a car. It was a headlight that was inserted into a toilet plunger and then a short piece of wood with a plastic bike handle was screwed into the other end. A piece of wire with a plug that you inserted into the cigarette lighter was attached. When you plugged it in, you had a handy light.
I started with the company in 77 and one of my first "other duties as assigned" was being responsible for a Junior Achievement company. We had a number of money making projects and these trouble lights were one of our successes. We advertised in the company newsletter and Norm had bought one of the lights from the kids. After 35 years, I have the light back in my hands and it still works.
We also bought a very nice writing desk for our daughter and a few other small items. I think the couple would be happy that we got a few of their things. I still think it is sad.