PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers
The oval mirror had hung in the entry, presiding over a table set there for purses and gentlemen’s hats. A lady could touch up her Gibson Girl hairdo, and a gentleman could straighten his collar.
Today, the mirror would be sold or trashed. There had been a coup, and the house was no longer stately. Tired and sagging, it stood like an elderly woman whose stockings were sagging at her ankles. Tired, wind-worn, unattractive.
Auctions were funerals, really. A 50-year lifetime of stuff, set out in the yard for human scavenger birds to pick over and reject.
Dear Linda,
“Auctions were funerals, really.” Well said. While I love to go to estate sales, I sometimes feel like a vulture swooping in to peck that deceased’s remains. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle. Not all auctions are so sad, but an estate sale always stirs some compassion in my heart.
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Yes auctions can be painful. So many memories, scornfully rejected by an unknown person.
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Scornfully rejected. Exactly. Thanks.
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A depressing view, but no less true for that.
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You’ve painted a graphic picture, Linda. I love the reference to “Gibson girls” that places the house in its social context. Well written.
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Thanks, Penny. Glad you picked up on that–it was a specific period of time, and the style was never imitated well in any other era.
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I really like the simile of the mirror to be like an old woman. This is really beautiful.
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Thanks so much.
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“it stood like an elderly woman whose stockings were sagging at her ankles.” is a wonderful image
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Thanks, Neil.
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this was very dear to me because I have been to a few auctions – and you summed it up very well.
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sold or trashed
lifetime of stuff
for human scavenger birds to pick over and reject.
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And we once went to an estate sale in Los Gatos, CA (very wealthy area) and the man’s personality was everywhere in his collections, trinkets, and artsy items.
but it was not much to anyone else – what was not sold would be donated or trashed
and did you ever read John Ortberg’s “It all goes back in the box?”
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No, I haven’t read that–will have to look it up. Thanks so much for your insightful comments.
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🙂
peace
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There’s something very moving about the paraphernalia of the recently departed. It’s a feeling that’s difficult to verbalise, but you came very close to it here. Well done.
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Thanks, Sandra 🙂
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AS depressing as it is, it is also enlightening to the fact of the temporary nature of this world and everything in it.
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Yes. We would do well in this life to realize that things are just–things.
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This is my favorite story so far this week. So well written. I always wonder what memories are held in mirrors. I certainly feel like other objects hold traces of the people who’ve used them. Break out your best china and Waterford crystal because the vultures will be here soon enough!
Tracey
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Thanks, Tracy. You certainly got what I was trying to portray.
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I enjoyed every line of this story, each was so well observed, for me this was a cracker of a response to the prompt
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Thank you so much for your uplifting comment.
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I have to agree with everyone. So very well done, Linda. Estate sales are definitely funerals for the furnishings…
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Some years ago I counseled a woman through the clearing out and auctioning off of her parents’ estate. It was so painful, and she felt so lonely (only child). That’s where this photo took me.
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You did very well.
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Having just shifted houses a couple of days ago, I can so relate to this.
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The worn out stocking- you have described the stage of a person or a house who had grown old so well. Impressive
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Thank you 🙂
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It just needs a bit of paint and maybe some sandpaper to gussy it up to it’s former glory.
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It’s like an autobiography of the mirror…such a welcome break from the magic and cursed mirrors! I love the fact that you have told the story from the point of view of the mirror, Linda. Auctions are like funerals – how true! People selling and buying at auctions do not know the wonderful and sad stories of the items.
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Thank you, Anshu.
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This sums up the sadness of these events, the futility of putting store by objects, on things. There’s something so poignant about watching a lifetime’s treasures split up and sold off and you captured this so well
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Thanks, Lynn.
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My pleasure 🙂
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Yes. I remember going into an ‘antique’ place in Kent, it was a warehouse where the treasured possessions that people had gathered were just dumped in piles from whichever house they had been cleared from. I had an overwhelming feeling of grief as I felt such a strong connection to these poor people who had clearly died. I couldn’t stay there, I walked right out. Never has a place been so full of ghosts.
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I’m pretty sure I would have walked right out with you.
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Peoples possessions are part of them, they define them. A thought-provoking piece indeed.
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Thanks, Keith.
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A sad tale, Granonine. I guess we all grow attached to the things that we own.
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Indeed we do. Our things represent our lives.
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Great imagery and a very identifiable piece.
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Thank you 🙂
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‘Auctions were funerals’. So true. An auction can be as painful as a funeral. Poignant.
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Thank you, Priya.
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What a tale…. so poignant, so real. I used to haunt estate sales, looking for the ‘perfect’ something to furnish my home. Then, one day, I looked around me and all I saw were their ghosts… I sold it all (had to in reality to live on). My home now has very little furniture, will have even less when we move this month. My new mantra, ‘If I can’t lift and carry it, I don’t want it.’
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I never saw that similarity between auctions and funerals before but it is so true. A sad story but beautifully written.
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We treasure our special things and hope others will, too, when we no longer are around to enjoy them. Sadly, not everyone feels the same way about our things.
I suppose estate sales seem sad because of that.
Isadora 😎
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Yes, I agree, Isadora. It’s just very sad to see someone’s household goods displayed so heartlessly.
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such is life. when all is said and done, nothing will be left but our memories.
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Nicely painted story.
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Auctions are actually funerals, you are absolutely right, but also they can be a rebirth.
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Yes, that’s true. Old, used-up things can be repurposed.
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“human scavenger birds”
That last paragraph sums it all up so well. Nice one.
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Many thanks 🙂
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Wonderful plot.
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Thanks 🙂
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I have no idea what a Gibson girl hairdo is but I’m going to find out! Evocative piece.
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It’s actually very pretty, but you had to have a lot of very thick hair. Either that, or you saved the hair out of your hairbrush and used it to pouf out your hair to get the desired look.
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Wow, Linda. This was so well written and put together. Congratulations. I have never been to an estate sale before. However, I go to op/thrift shops all the time and I have no idea where all these treasures have come from. I am definitely a human vulture in these places. Last week, my husband and I picked up a few bags of old sci fi books beside the road, which looked like it had been a deceased estate. It felt quite weird making way for someone else’s book collection in our already over-crowded shelves full of books. A bit eerie.
Best wishes,
Rowena
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Oh my—a whole bag full of lost books 🙂 What a nice treat!
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It was. Decluttering will have to wait!
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You invoke an era long past, with details like “gentlemen’s hats,” and write its obituary so lovingly. Very sorrowful and sad. The possessions that were once so important, tossed away, or sold to the highest bidder. Something is lost in the process.How disrespectful are the living, of the dead!
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Too true.
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this made me think about the logic behind our lives, when treasured memories become just like the objects – stuff.
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I believe we are losing our sense of story in this communication age. I used to love listening to “the grown-ups” talking about their parents and grandparents, shaping a history that I became a part of. Kids don’t care much for that today, it seems. Too caught up with their devices. I think it’s sad.
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There’s an interesting passage of scripture in Ecclesiastes about the next generation not valuing the things we treasure. My wife has bought several antiques that we would have considered priceless heirlooms had they belonged to our ancestors. Sad, but the way of the world.
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Russel, I had to look that up, and yes, that is part of the passage. I never looked at it that way before. What we always have to consider when reading Ecclesiastes is that the author, Solomon, was at a very low place in his life. We’d call it depression today. He expresses many times the emptiness (vanity) of life apart from God. After all, the man had everything, Including at least 1000 women. Who wouldn’t be depressed.
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This is such a sad story.
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Thanks for reading, Dawn.
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Oh the sadness of junk… so much that once was treasured transforms in the eyes of scavenging strangers looking for that single piece of treasure.
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Exactly. And the saddest part of all that is when no one at all wants whatever is left over after the sale.
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Oh, that line: auctions were funerals. I can imagine that it would certainly feel. Excellent!
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Thank you, Sascha 🙂
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A sad, thought provoking story with great imagery. “Human scavenger birds”… what a disturbing image.
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Thanks, Magarisa. It was meant to be disturbing. I’m glad that came across.
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You’re welcome, Linda.
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There really is something sad about an auction. Well done.
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Thanks 🙂
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What a great scene with such vivid descriptions. The phrase auctions are like funerals is also great although I disagree somewhat. Maybe from the viewpoint of the former ownern. I, on the other hand, love second hand stuff, from auctions or garage sales or… I value the things I find there and love them, why else would I buy them? So the thing that became useless in one place becomes a valued piece in another. Better than trashing everything.
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Yes, you’re right, of course. I was writing more from the perspective of the previous owners, for sure.
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Maybe some items will find a good home. As the saying goes, one man’s trash (junk) is another man’s treasure. I liked how you compared the state of the house to an elderly woman with saggy stockings. Nicely done!
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Thanks 🙂
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Oh wow, that’s sad. Such wonderful descriptions. Love the, ‘Tired and sagging, it stood like an elderly woman whose stockings were sagging at her ankles.’
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Thank you, Sarah, for the encouraging comment.
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Beautiful, yet so sad. And wonderful metaphors!
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Thank you 🙂 It’s so cool when others like my metaphors!
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Or auctions can be thrilling novels. Depends on the day of the week. And the weather. Great read.
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