I don’t know how widespread the term is, but in United States English, an “estate sale” is when someone dies and their heirs sell off their property. There is nothing inherently sinister in this, but usually they just put price tags on every thing and let you look around.
Upshot of this is that you end up looking at someone’s life almost exactly as it was when they died, and end up inferring very sobering things about them.
I went on an estate sale today, the second time I had done so in my life. The first one was very sad. From what I could gather, the woman was single, Jewish, and I suspect lonely but gave her time to breeding dogs.
The one today was interesting in a less sad way. There were two people, a couple, who lived in this moderate sized home in an older part of a medium sized town on its own (not really a bedroom community). What I remember was:
- They had wired the house for telephone and/or doorbell bells everywhere. Very interesting, but I didn’t see any old phones from Ma Bell anywhere.
- I almost bought a lazy Susan for the bottom, but decided against it.
- The basement had a one-time coal hole.
- I did score a PC for 100 USD that I ended up reformatting and reinstalling Windows 10 on. I intend to give this to someone else.
- The dude was evidently very into “multi level marketing” back in the 1990s judging by the amount of old magazines on the subject in the kitchen.
- There was a good deal of class to the house, but none to me poking around it.
- There were VHS tapes and cassettes around.
- The person conducting the entire affair was annoyed that there were no bags in the house.
I may blog more about the PC I bought, as I am going to work on it now.