YEARS, MAYBE EVEN A DECADE or more, have passed since I attended an auction.
But once upon a time my husband and I frequented auctions, bidding mostly on furniture. Our prized dining room table came from a neighbor’s household and farm auction back in my hometown of Vesta. The matching chairs were from a sale near Morristown.
Auctions appeal to me for many reasons. There’s a certain camaraderie yet competitiveness, friendliness yet aloofness, thrill yet disappointment.
When you outbid someone or snare merchandise at a bargain price, it’s a heady feeling.
But it’s more than that. The rhythm of an auction, the mesmerizing cadence of the auctioneer’s voice, the slight nod of the head, the closeness of the crowd, the commonality of community, Styrofoam cups brimming with steaming coffee, all create an unforgettable experience.
Perhaps it’s time I attend an auction again.
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling