The Amish Auction

Since before Keith came he and Mark have been talking about going to the Amish Auction out at Miller Brothers.  Amish...auction...Miller Brothers...I'm all in too.  We went to bed early on Friday night so all of us would be well rested for the adventure.  I hired Michael to watch the dogs and to keep the home fires burning.  We loaded up some extra oxygen, a few chairs and two umbrellas and hit the road running...all the way to Bob Evan's  for a hearty breakfast.  Heading down 32 Mark told us about all that they would be auctioning off.  Seems the Millers need to get rid of some stuff that has been gathering over the years.   Guess like the rest of us they have run out of room.  What caught my ear was livestock.  Does that include goats?  Hmmmm.

 

We drove some of the backroads on purpose.  Seeing the countryside and smelling the fresh air can do a body good they say.  I know it does mine!

 

It wasn't a few minutes before we found our first buggy.

And then three more!

And a scooter.

 

This Amish man must have been to the auction already because he was going the opposite way.  He was certainly in a hurry. Maybe he forgot something at home and had to hurry back.

 

 

 

Ah, the Bulk Food Store.  Mark says we are not stopping.  I think he was reading my mind.  The auction started at 9;30am and we were running one potty stop behind.

 

These buggies were going up on auction.

I love this smaller one.  I think I could see it somewhere in the front yard filled with beautiful flowers.

 

 These two guys were either in such a hurry for something at the beginning of the auction or didn't plan to stay long because they didn't unhitch the their horses.

 

All these horses are getting  rest.  You know something just hit me.  What happens of they get something at auction that won't fit in their buggy.  I guess they have to drive back home and pick up the wagon and make the trip back.  Problem with that...what takes us 10 minutes in a car takes them at least twice as long in a buggy.

 I have never seen a brown Amish wagon.

 

 I can tell from the wagons that these are not Swartzentruber Amish.

 

There is a story behind this pic.  There are two or three wrings going on at one time.  That means that there are two or three auctioneers auctioning things at the same time at different locations on the farm.  We knew that somewhere around 11AM they would be auctioning off the metal signs.  The yellow sign in this shot was bought by the Millers for Herb, an antique dealer that lives on Tater Ridge.  Herb told Mark that he was going to buy it back.  By that I know he meant no matter how much the bid was, that sign was going back to it's spot on his barn wall.  I knew it was going to be good.  Herb got the sign for 7 1/2.  That means $750.00!  Needless to say we came home with only our memories.

And a few bags of Kettle Korn.

 

Papaw can't sit for too long.  We had waited for the 11:30 hour to come and they were just about an hour late getting started on the signs.  We needed to get him up and moving.  Well when we did his legs were a little jellified.  I got him over to a trough (which I could have brought home for my next and last project for the back yard.)  He had been sitting there for just a few minutes when this really young Amish man brought over a hunting chair for him to sit in.  He even helped me move him to the chair.  He was so sweet.  By that time Mark had driven all the way up to us at the house...door to door service.

 

It was a great way to spend the last day with Papaw before Sleep Away Camp was over.  I think we wore him out!  Because as soon as we got home 'he took to the bed.'