A couple weeks ago I headed down to Wichita for an auction. This was not just any auction – I mean who drives 3 hours just to buy someone else’s stuff? Not me!

My grandfather passed away earlier this year and my grandmother was getting rid of a lifetime’s accumulation of fabric, tools, books and gadgets. My grandparents have always been the type to keep EVERYTHING. After all you never know when you might that insert random object here when you’re on the farm. Grandma’s house always meant candy, games of connect four, having more than one kind of cereal to choose between (hey it was a big thing for me as a kid!), and smelling grandma’s dippity do hair gel. This was the first time I had been to the farm in years and more than likely the last time. I kept thinking how my own child would never know all the rooms we would romp around in or ‘helping’ grandpa with the latest chick that had hatched that summer.

My grandmother collected salt and pepper shakers for as long as I could remember. She had a ton of them.

I told you she had a ton of them