The turnout was excellent. Hundreds came through. The sales were steady and the purchases were for the small stuff, priced low to go. Volume won out. We have this middle level of stuff that, if you make the ‘mistake’ of querying values, is priced higher ($5. to $20.). It does not move as much regardless of how pretty or unique the piece is. The ticky tacky garage sale stuff is blended with the almost estate sale quality. There is a bit of grumbling and all I can say in a pleasant tone is please make an offer. Signs are up saying that. We converse to overcome the hesitancy. But, my Auntie/Mom side must genetically (is it genetic after all?) insert itself in that I am not going to just give it away nor save it all for some estate sale. Ugh! It is not that big of a problem. Just that push-pull about getting the stuff out of there and during the day digging through hundreds of boxes and finding truly valuable pieces one after another.
It is fascinating once again to find what appears to be pre mid century pottery (Weller and Roseville) for example wrapped in newspapers from the early 60’s. My Aunt was acquiring stuff for sure well before my Uncle died. She alway said he would not have approved of her hoarding, but he must have approved, accepted or been oblivious to her buying? Anyway, there is just so much of it, that it is difficult to just sell a beautiful piece for a buck. Yet, it has to go down that driveway. We have been setting aside the ‘good stuff’ and now have spaces in the house that had been cleared filling up with that good stuff. Space that is cleared and gained and then refilled with stuff has an odd psychological impact. There is anxiety, resentment, burden that creeps in. It is important to always keep a positive attitude that it will eventually pass. The time will help it all heal and the process will eventually creep along to the end point even if we all are battered and disoriented.
The sale process is fun and not that big of deal in the scheme of things. For me and those others doing the cleanup and digging and sorting it is the volume and the physical toll (we all are beat up with injuries so the constant stooped over and sorting and lifting and walking eventually makes us halt).
A funny moment last night: a buyer came late last night. She bought quite a bit of this and that. The adding machine that had been taken from inside the house for use was used to calculate the total. It seemed off…too low. Did it again. Different answer…even lower…did it again…way higher….five times…five different answers! Did it the old fashioned way and an even different answer, but the correct one. The old calculator, the probably down fall of some business person somewhere at some point went into the garbage!
People continue to be nice and the signage is THE most important contributor to visits. Constant remarks re signage. And, my signs keep getting ripped down regardless of how careful I am to place them so as to not offend some property owner. Maybe competing garage sales in the area too that feel sign might divert traffic away? Don’t know. I know tonight I will spend several hours pulling them all down as the sale is completed.
We have remarked more than once about the positive spirit shining down from my Aunt and my Mom. That is fun to say and usually prompts a laugh or smile. There is also an underpinning of sadness and grief. It is there beneath the hustle and swirl of it all. The regrets, the what if’s, the why’s, the wish I had’s. Grieving that is fleeting and sends a twinge. Sweet girls..complicated and driven. Now we are along for the ride, like it or not.