There were 3 auctioneers calling this sale things this family had collected over the years and they musthave been compulsive collectors.

There were 12 Mr. Peanut jars full of marbles and one of the jars sold for $160 most though brought in the $30s and $40s.

Some glassware went for hundreds of dollars and othersthat looked about like it went for practically nothing.

There was a box of doorknobs of about every kind you could imaagine. I bid up to $15 but it went for $30. Bid on a couple of Sears catalogs dating from the 30's but they were wanted by people who wanted them worse than we.

Bid on an old rusty hay knife bid $10 but again someone wanted it worse than I.

Anyway the food was pretty good at the food stand run by the womens club. Pies were delicious and everything was obviuosly made in some local kitchen.. Imagine most of the women in the club were farm ladies located near this village.

We didn't stay to see the Harley-Davidson or the trucks sold. Therte was so much stuff that even the 3 auctioneers couldn't finish today and I'll bet all 3 are busy all day tomorrow.

It was an enjoyable drive through the canyon country and even though we didn't buy anything we had a good time.

Many years ago, when I was working in DC, I passed a large auction house every day on my way to/from the parking lot. Often I went in one door, meandered around the floor and out another door, just to see what was there. One day, I saw a set of dishes on the floor and simply fell in love with them. Place settings for 20, incomplete: a couple saucers and cups were missing. I estimated that they might go for as much as $200, simply because of the large number of settings. Because they were to be offered at a time that I had to be at work, I asked a friend to bid for me (with a monetary limit of $500 that was more than a month's salary - I really WANTED those dishes). After the bidding closed, she came to my office, laughing and shaking her head. Crossing my fingers, I asked how much they went for. That's when she told me the opening bid had been $1000 (yep, one thousand dollars). It turned out that they were some rare and rarely available pattern, and they were yellow, an uncommon color in porcelain.
The final bid was over $28,000.

My SIL collects marbles, if she had attended every one of those jars would have gone home with her. Once she showed me a couple marbles (honestly, nothing special to look at) and said they were each worth $50 or more.