Auction Day, 16 December 2006

The road to Wayne's acreage. Top is a photo of Aunt Mildred's and Uncle Ross's house. The house is on the right. Wayne's acreage is on the left.


The little red truck attracted a lot of interest. Nearly everything had a trailer hitch and wheels. Wayne built these little trailers to suit specific purposes and used a riding lawn mower to haul them around the property.

Below, the roof structure covered Wayne's two huge rock saws. You can't see it; but, he had a special water tank set up to provide lubrication when he used the saws. No body wanted the tank.

One of the auctioneer's, Alan Hall, spent days on the property sorting through and organizing this stuff. He is an amazing person with a wealth of knowledge about the esoteric and archane. His memory, supplemented by a collection of old catalogs and magazines for reference, would put the Library of Congress to shame. I can only imagine what his collection of STUFF looks like.


This green box under the shelter is Wayne's fall-out shelter. It was filled with supplies. Nobody bought it so it had to be cut up and put in a dumpster.

No one could figure out what this steam generator was for. It was on piers and all of the rubber seals and insulation were long gone. It wasn't until I got home and reviewed some of the photos that I realized Wayne used this to generate steam for his portable sauna.

The portable sauna is the little box on wheels with a window in the door. It fits one person and has a seat. The thing is so small and coffin-like. Just thinking about being inside it gives me the willies.

Alan and the clean-up crew performed a miracle inside the house. This view is standing in the front door looking toward the back wall. When we were here in November, you couldn't see the floor, much less the book shelves and the cabinets.



Looking to the left, this was Wayne's sleeping alcove. He hadn't slept in the bed (now gone), for a long time. It was piled high with stuff. I'm pretty sure he hadn't used the closet, either. You couldn't walk up to it to open the doors. In this photo, the auctioneer has put stuff up on tables for customers to view. The little maple table in the center of the photo was a surprise. It had been completely buried.


The kitchen, now gutted, except for that pink thing on the wall. It is the range hood. The bathroom was behing the door to the left. It is also gutted to the walls.

From the center of the room looking back toward the front door. Alan did all this organizing, too.

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