My family has just wrapped up the estate sale at my grandparents' house. It was a very odd experience start to end. Being asked if there are any items I would like, anything I had had my eye on. My mind just doesn't think that way. I don't look at someone else's things and think, "I would sure like that." But as it went, I selected a couple of things; some with memories, some that I thought were pretty, and some that were just useful.
When my family had all selected their sentimental and useful objects, we held four days of estate sale. That was odder still. People walking through the house my grandparents had lived in since my mother was 8, haggling over the price of my grandmother's Tupperware. Some people were very kind, offered their condolences even though they didn't know us. Some people needed to remember this was an estate sale; we were selling off my grandparents' personal possessions. Is there really any cause to be rude about the prices? Maybe they should remember we have memories of those dish towels, decorative plates, and coffee creamers.
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| My great-grandparents wedding photo |
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| My grandparents in their younger years |
My grandmother passed away on the evening of Valentine's Day this year. She was 96 years old. A good long life by all standards. My grandfather preceded her two and a half years ago. He was 95.
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