Lee Valley Auction
The Rancher and I made a flying trip to the eastern side of the state yesterday. Actually we drove part way the night before and then stayed at our favorite little Mom and Pop hotel in Niobrara, NE. We had planned to get up around 5:00 AM to finish making the drive but sleeping in a cozy, well heated room proved to be too much for both of us. By the time we woke up, we should have already been at the sale. In a rush, we left to get on the road. I awoke with a terrible cold and felt so miserable, I just wanted to sleep in the nice warm room but the Rancher rousted me out and we got on the road. We stopped in Norfolk for a morning meal and then continued on to the Lee Valley Auction.
Lee Valley isn’t really a place you would find on a map, it’s a farm that lies in between Decatur and Tekahma, NE. In 1968 the farmer who lives there was having trouble making ends meet on his farm, so he got the bright idea to hold a consignment sale. He advertised so people could bring in all of their unwanted farm equipment, charging them a small fee to hire an auctioneer with. He then retained a small percentage of the sale price to use as his own income for holding the sale. Apparently this was a huge success. The sale is still held today but is now a twice per year event. The farmer is still living, though today his sons run the farm and they are all licensed auctioneers themselves. The business has grown to enormous proportions today.
We arrived at 11:30 AM yesterday and were lucky to find a place to park. The Rancher’s bidding number was 3389 so there were at least that many people there who were at least hoping to buy something at the sale. The Rancher left me in the car facing away from the auction. I was disappointed that I would be spending the day in the car, alone. It was far too cold for me to go walking around with him, as sick as I was feeling. I had made arrangements with a friend to come spend the day with her, only 32 miles away, but being that I was sick I was not able to go.
I had brought the wedding quilt with me, so resigned, I got that out and began to quilt it. I was on the last block that needed the edging/outlining finished and I was looking forward to adding the stenciled detail to the remaining blocks. As I finished edging that last block I realized that I had forgotten to pack the stencil in the bag. Oh my, I could have kicked myself!!
The Rancher finally returned to the car and moved it to a spot he had found along the fence which was facing the auction. At least now I had something to look at. I thought I would be cold all day since the weather was frigid on that side of the state also but surprisingly, I was warm the entire day. I didn’t even start the car to add some heat.
I tell you, I have never seen so many people dressed in Carharts in my entire life. This struck me as funny, though I don’t know why. It would have made a great commercial for Carhart. I thought if someone was viewing this event from the sky that all these people, swarming around and between all the equipment, might look like a bunch of little bugs or something. I sat in the car for six and a half hours, watching. There were, I think, nine quarter mile long rows of equipment at the sale. I of course couldn’t hear what most of it sold for but I know for sure that hundreds of thousands of dollars passed from one hand to another. I overheard two men talking and laughing about the fact that corn prices were responsible for such a huge sale. The auctioneers were running three auction wagons at one time all day long. The Rancher said he had a heck of a time getting from one to the other to get his bidding done on the things he wanted. In the end we bought a dump truck and a pup (trailer dump) for hauling gravel.
The Rancher had planned to drive the new equipment home and I was to follow him with my car. He got the dump truck started right away but there was no air pressure building for the air brakes. The line from the air dryer had gelled up and was frozen. We made a mad dash to Tekahma for supplies to thaw it with but after an hour it was still frozen. It’s just as well. By this time, nearly dark, my eyes were watering, my head was pounding and I ached all over. We left to head home. Tomorrow we will have to go back to see if we can get the beast running and get it home….215 miles one way. On Sunday we have to go to Lexington, NE to pick up another truck that we bought. The Rancher thinks I’m going to learn to drive a 13 speed dump truck, get my CDL, and drive one of these trucks. Ummmm…I think he’s lost his mind.
If I get stuck making these drives this weekend, I’ll try to remember my camera this time.
I’m going back to bed. I hope all of you are well.
Have a great day, Everyone!
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