Not church bazaars.
Never fund raising
auctions!
Estate sales are held in houses — places where lifetime accumulations
of objects are still in the closets.
Objects in estate sales are arranged,
priced and sold by professional agents. Agents are totally neutral. They have no
history of association with the stuff. When they sort and price, they don’t sit
down to leaf through old yearbooks. Nor do they hold photographs and cry over
past memories. And they never see the value in bottles of sand brought back from
a honeymoon trip to Tampa.
It doesn’t matter to agents that the owner paid
hundreds of dollars for a “collector edition” of anything. Current prices are
determined by their experience and comparative prices at other estate sales.
Most of all, ebay, that arbiter of all things marketable.
Buyers can sometimes
negotiate for lower prices. Or they can wait out the sale: prices are usually
cut in half on the second sales day or toward the final hour of the sale. Nobody
wants to pack up the unloved.
Twenty years ago, estate sales were advertised in
a special section of the local newspaper. Now, if you are a subscriber, they are
posted every day into your emails along with political pleas for money and
medical ads for erectile disfunction. Progress!
The listings include the
location of the sale with a map, dates and hours of the sale, any special
“conditions” and photographs of actual merchandize! Conditions include forms of
payment accepted, where to park and how buyers will be grouped into the sale.
Nearly always, buyers are required to bring their own moving muscle. After all,
loading up a 1920 credenza is hard! In my experience, however, people are nearly
always nearby ready to help. I’ve had perfect strangers hoist heavy garden pots
into the back of a pickup truck on the fair exchange of a heart felt thank you
and the certainly that next time, it could be me helping them.
Like most things
in life, sharing sales with a partner lightens the load. My estate sale partner
always heads straight for the closet with the shoes. I don’t do basements unless
they are full of treasure — she scouts first. I put restraints on her clothes
buying: “no, you won’t wear that EVER” and “you cannot buy another t-shirt for
your grandson.” Lately, my grownup daughter has joined me. I’ve learned a lot
about her. She can’t resist beautiful table ware. I’m learning to observe
without comment.
Estate sales divide themselves into a few categories. Nearly
all are sad passages. If the goods are fairly new — furniture from Stickley or
West Elm, say — they point to a marriage breakup. The partners are liquidating
assets. The “Sold” sign is already on the lawn. I hope children weren’t
involved. (Curiously, I rarely see contemporary toys or children’s clothing. I
imagine that means mom and dad are trying to spare the kids separation from the
familiar. Too late. The kids are probably onto you!)
The other venues are sadder
still. These are the homes that are giving up histories…wedding dresses, vintage
baby clothes and old-fashioned toys — decades of cookie jars and mason jars —
trunks with marriage albums and college certificates — well used tools in a
crowded workshop and kitchens full of multiples.
These artifacts open the portal
to touchingly personal stories — families raised and scattered, the caregivers
now requiring care — or beyond care, now passed. Who made the decision to
liquidate? One or the other partner who can’t manage now? Grown children looking
out for mom now that dad is gone?
It’s the decision part that always stops me in
my tracks. I want to be in control of my place. Separation may be forced on me
by circumstances — poor health, or failing finances. One day, I may look around,
turn to Chip and say “I’m never cooking again. Start packing.” Even worse:
“Living alone is too hard. I need ease now.”
But I still want to make the decision. I know where the valuable pieces are. Ebay may think this is only a $50 cookie jar but I know better!
3 comments:
Great observation. And you get to talk about excess possessions, a subject always on your mind. Thanks!
Very touching - thank you.
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