Welcome to Saturday....
Here in northern Maine we are blessed with another warm day, above 0, although there is freezing rain and such added in. I am sitting here in Market Square looking at the non-existent traffic (for good reason, it is slippery). I hope everyone reading is warm and cozy. On days like today I wish there was an old potbelly stove down here, Dave would have to start drinking coffee though, and he won`t.
I have been a bit lax on the blogs lately, holidays do that to us all. We put a great deal of time into picking the right gift, wrapping it right and then f=delivering it in time. Sara and I spent the 21 shipping days prior to Christmas packing online orders, some days we packed as many as 200 packages...We decided to not buy for each other!!!! I did get her a nice bottle of advil though (I am all heart). I enjoy the holiday itself, mainly because it is a day off. The small business owners out there will understand that. When you decide your fate each day, you work as hard as you can. I received many gifts, for which I am thankful for, but one gift really stuck out.
I enjoy being an auctioneer more than many of the other things I have done in my life. There is a fine cadence to the way things are sold. The set up is always fun, the team I have is not only competant but they are a great deal of fun to be with. The clean up after is a pain in the ass, but something must be burdensome for the others to be enjoyable. I never expected to be an auctioneer, it wasn`t even on the radar, but it melds well with the antique business and pawn business.
I received a handmade wooden gavel for Christmas from my father. This is a great addition to my auction attire (currently a pair of jeans and a button shirt, LOL). The gavel itself is simple, made of hard wood with a minnnimal design, but the maker and the gift itself is a bit more complicated.
When I was growing up I did not hear stories of walking uphill to school or how hard things were, rather I just was told to get up, once, never twice. My father is a carpenter, but really he is a teacher. He has shared his wisdom and love for wood for decades at a college in Maine. I was privledged to be a student every day, not something I relished. We built houses, garages, porches and innumerable cabinets. I hated every single minute of it! I never enjoyed wood, construction or being a carpenter, until I hit middle age.
At some point I looked back on my life and childhood and decided it was pretty great. My father made me work all summer and when school was out, this taught me an undying work ethic. I have been complimented on that many times, it caused some issues in my life as well, but I dont mind that. My father was never one to pontificate, such as I do, rather he was soft spoken and offered little in the way of advice. The advice he did offer was simple but accurate. Looking back I learned more than most college kids do and did so for free (kind of). I love my gavel, will use it going forward and hope everyone an take a minute during this Maine heatwave and look back with pride on how they were raised, I know I do. Thanks Dad.
Until next time my avid worldwide reader of the pontification from the back room of "the shop" find something cool, buy it, enjoy it and then sell the damn thing so the circle is
Stay collecting my friends. Come visit us downtown, at a live auction or
online. We offer online auctions, live auctions, estate clean-outs and
advice (sometimes it even is right) .
We are actively buying Maine paperweights with town scenes inside them.
A book is forthcoming, pictures in high resolution are great if you add the dimensions, if these are for sale please let us know.
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