I remember riding the bus with Harlen. He was always the shy, quiet, little boy sitting half way to the back and always had a big smile.
The last time I spoke with Harlen, he came to my drive up window at work. It was just about 2 months before he lost his battle. Yet he was inquiring about one of my co-workers who was also suffering from the same horrible disease. Here he was himself fighting and still concerned about others. That's the kind of guy he was.
The auctioneer started the sale by asking everyone to remove their hats and to observe a minute of silence. I had to fight back tears then and now as I type this.
For you Zoey, I found this Missouri Primrose blooming while walking from the car to the sale.
This trunk sold for $27.50 I believe. I didn't buy it.
This is the biggest ice cream freezer I've ever seen. It sold for $17.50. I didn't buy it.
The crowd around the tractors.
An antique horse drawn sprout beater. Too funny seeing it being loaded on top of the rack of the truck. Especially since the bed of the truck was loaded with boxes of fruit jars. I can only imagine how many were broken when they arrived home.