Auctions continued

Auctions can be storage bins for history really. This weekend at the auction we discovered so much history. Desks that were older than us, newspapers that held events and calendars before we were even born.  As I rested on a rocking chair, I didn’t think twice about, a lady came up to me and asked ever so politely, if she could have one last rock on her father –in- laws rocker he had made himself. I obliged of course and watched how the saddest look came over her face as she lowered herself into the chair. She explained that her daughter had bid on it but lost the bid. She told us about how the chair was hand crafted especially for his wife, made just for her measurements.  She shrugged her shoulders and sighed. It’s gone she said and walked off.  I sat back in the rocker with a new affiliation to it now.  How much love and time and effort had gone into this chair.  I wondered where it would go after this, what was to become of it?  What about all the other pre-loved items in this shed.  Each one with a story to tell.  I guess we will never know these stories.