Recently some of my extended cousins auctioned off their parents’ household goods. As the public looked at what they thought were dishes, I saw reminders of family gatherings filled with fun and laughter.
The guns that lined a table held memories of men sitting under shade trees reminiscing of a time they hunted for food, not wall trophies. It seems to be the Wix family tradition to auction off their possessions. It reminded me of my grandparents’ auction. On the day of their big sale of a few worldly goods, there were two items I was going to try and buy.