Really a beautiful post, makes me want to go out and collect rocks from wherever I go!
It started with the death of someone I’d never met.
I am a treasure seeker (aka pack-rat) and love going to auctions. If I’m at an estate auction, I pass the time constructing a biography of the person’s life. You can tell a lot about someone from their things. This practice is usually entertaining, but sometimes the stuff going under the gavel is depressing. Family pictures are the worst. It tells a sad story when generations of black and white photos are dumped in a cardboard flat for sale. Their curling corners say that the last of the family, or perhaps the last one to care about preserving its history, is gone.
About 7 years ago I went to an estate auction for someone I did not know. Neighbors said that the owner was an elderly woman who had taught school for over 50 years and never married. In less…
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