March 27, 2010

 Well, they had the auction for the murder house today.  There were tons of people there.  The house itself went for 140K, that's 150K under it's assessed value.  Though it's not really my taste it is a lovely home-though I don't think I could live in it.  I'm a little creeped out having their stuff here-especially this black chair and ottoman.  (And I bought it).  It seemed a bit differant at the auction-but then I like auctions-now though with it all here it's just a little creepy.  I have to keep telling myself "it's stuff, it's only stuff".  I mean it was stuff when I was bidding on it.  The fact that it is in my house now instead of their front yard doesn't make it any less "stuff".  I don't think Pro. Kelly, her husband or their daughter would have cared one bit about the stuff.  I'm sure they would have preferred to keep their lives but the stuff is just that, stuff.  But Mark's mom, who was there, could use the money to pay off whatever.  I'm sure she would have kept anything sentimental.  At the same time it is just a bit morbid to have bought things that belonged to a family who had been brutally murdered in their home.  Most things like the chair and books, dishes, the tread climber ($5 and I'm already developing a dislike for it),  old metal chairs, a floor lamp, etc. these things hold no real sentimental value for the most part.  But there is a black/white long haired plush cat that you know Emma must brushed and loved and may have even slept with stuffed in a box of ordinary stuff.  Finding that was a bit sad.  But the worse was finding video tapes.  We bought a camcorder with the charger and leather bag, a very nice one, for $10.  But when we got it home and finally went through it we found tapes-family tapes-of Emma at the hospital, Emma at Christmas,  other tapes of Emma who was undoubtedly loved more than she ever knew.  I do not wish to view these tapes-I very much need to find the grandmother and return them back to her.  I just can't fathom selling a childs past for $10.  I'm sure no one looked down in the bag to see what was in there-we didn't.  I wish I had now.  I could have returned them to her while we were all there.  Can you imagine what she must have been going through?  To have all these strangers walking all over her sons home, going through their belongings, seeing uncareing hands haggling over things assessing their worth as if it were just a big jumble.  Then again she may have saw it for what it was-the auctioning off of things that she could not use or did not want to people did.  I'm sure the money went to good use.  She was a very sweet lady.  She stayed through out the whole ordeal-considering her  health and age that is saying a lot.  Well, I feel a bit icky now-partly from real dirt.  I think it's time for a shower.  I got to chat with Pat this evening-all the way in Germany!  Pretty cool!  Church tommorrow.  I best go and get my body clean.  Night, everyone.