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Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Public Auction



My house is going up for public auction. Well . . . it's not exactly my house anymore. I sold it years ago to move out into the woods. I'm not even sure who the last owner was.


My lovely wife and I have fond memories of the place. We lived there with our three daughters when they were little. There were other young families in the neighborhood. We looked after each other's kids. There were even neighborhood parties. Back then we all had pretty solid lower middle class jobs.

People expected things to gradually keep getting better. In the late 80s I had a chance to buy my place in the woods. It took 14 months, but eventually I was able to sell the house in town. The local housing market had collapsed, but nobody had noticed yet. After 6 months it occurred to people that that no one was selling their house for what they thought it was worth.

The mill closed and the good factory jobs went away. Families had a lot more stress. We hadn't moved all that far so we ran into the old crowd from time to time. The town lost population and things slowly got progressively more difficult over the years.

Now the place is up for auction. It's probably a good thing I don't have any money to spare. I'd be tempted to do something foolish and bid on the place. I've no idea what I'd do with it, but it was a solid old house. My lovely wife and I put a lot of work in it over the years. Of course, there's no telling what the place is like now.

It is an odd feeling to see a place that we valued going up for auction. Things fall apart.

-Sixbears

10 comments:

  1. Time moves on, whether we want it to or not.

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  2. One can never go home again, do you remember that saying..I live about 14 miles from the hell hole I endured in foster care, I make sure to never go to that part of the city ever, in fact I never like to go to the state, I consider where I live my home and I am grateful to have a home, albeit it has been torn up for 2 weeks toilets re-done a chore I wished I was still working full time to have known how much crap would go on, I do now..It is finished today, two new toilets to use, showers that work great and we did paint both of them and new ventilation in both, Hallejuah..we are grateful to even have housing, food and most of all after 40 years each other, ciao!

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    1. I really would not want to go back. Things have changed too much. At least most of my memories of that place are good ones.

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  3. The good memories are worth a lot. I'm glad you have fond memories of the old place!

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    1. It was were were had the kids when they were little, so it's special.

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  4. I had a really nice redwood house in Pennsylvania. A few years ago, I returned to PA for a visit and decided to go to my old neighborhood and say howdy to my old neighbors. I was so depressed to see how bad a shape my old place was allowed to degenerate to. Dang, hated to see that.

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    1. I should probably not look inside to see what's become of it.

      On the other hand, my wife's childhood home has been totally redone and looks better than it ever did. Of course, it's not up for public auction. That's got to be a bad sign.

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  5. We looked into it. Auction Canceled. Could be they paid, could be they filed bankruptcy, but more likely, the auction company screwed up the paperwork. Looks like it's not unusual for these guys. Saves me from buying the house and pouring all my money into it. c'est la vie.

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    1. Thanks for the follow up. Interesting.

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