There was an auction near
me last Saturday. Since I work most Saturdays, the
moon must of been in the correct phase as I had the day
I arrived with enough time to look
things over, but it seems not early enough. Got my bidders
number first thing and headed for the shop.
Most auctions here
start at the shop with all the accumulation is laid out on hayracks,
or handed out of the building to the rack.
I spied some old
tools in another row but mentally calculated it would be 3 hours or
so till they came up. I contented myself with working my way
around the hayrack, checking the boxes, tool chests, and assorted
fencing and welding tools. There was a whole box of saws, 3
planes in another, and a very interesting old S&K machinist tool
A good hour into the sale, after I
missed out on a pair of items that went beyond my budget, the box of
saws was held aloft. First bid was by a mature woman behind
me. I had my hand up immediately. I glanced back at her,
and spied some bits of blue and green paint droplets on her
sweatshirt, omg, a saw painter?
The bidding continued fiercely, now $6,
now $7! A second glance saw the vague outline of barns, and
cows in her eyes. No, not a reflection of the barnyard we were
standing in, nay, she WAS a saw painter! My hand shot up
again, $8. Mentally recounting my funds, I held on, and at
last, Once! Twice! Sold! Another box of saws saved.
That box was heavy too. They had even
thrown in the one handle drawknife. Seems like there had been
more saws, but still, a quick count showed 8 handsaws, further down
were 3 meat saws, each a different length. Why the man had 6
hacksaws, with the oldest in the best shape is a puzzle.
at the bottom were 4 keyhole saws, from nice to poor. A new
bundle of hacksaw blades, and two corn knives, (machete to those
east of the Mississippi).
Putting the box down before it
completely disintegrated, I watched the S&K box go right up beyond
my cut off level, darn it was in nice shape. Whole fistfuls of
rakes, hoes, and various shovels went for the dear price of $6 to
Then they lifted up a very nice two hand scythe, plus two
more in much worse condition. The paint lady was bidding
again, but I snagged them for $6. Ever try to keep a heavy box
of sharps between ones feet, and try to hang onto 3 long scythes
with blades, doing my best to pay attention to the sale and not draw
blood from my neighbors? Finally the rack was empty, and the
crowd moved on around the shop.
I should have followed, as a fellow
showed me a Stearns hollow auger he had pulled out of a box of
tractor parts. I had to make two trips to the truck, keeping
the box of saws behind me when I spied the paint lady again.
Having promised to get home soon, I did stop to admire the wood
stoves, found the forge, which I immediately decided I didn't want.
Then watched as a young man emptied nuts bolts etc, from an antique
ammunition box, which he then sold, and spied this little iron post
Figuring it was his as it was in the pile he was
carefully restacking, asked if he had need of it? Nope, you
want it? I'll go $5, as its kinda rusty on that end. Deal!
Another trip to the car, and got out of
there. Just back in the house from cleaning saws, found one of
them is a Pennsylvania Saw Co. 1960's. And have a pre-1928
Disston D8 crosscut, with near perfect handle. Time to build some
This Thursday is another auction, after
work, retired bachelor's holdings, been in the same house since
1918. Give me strength.