I would like to know if there is an equivalent in other countries to the Australian Clearing Sale. I do know that most Australians who live in cities and large towns do not have any idea.
Allow this little red duck to explain.
Old Jack McKenzie died a month or two back – poor fellow. He’d been farming on the same block for a bit longer than anyone remembered. Jack’s boys had all gone off on their own, farming or working for a living and the girl was married to a no-hoper who had cleared off and left her with a couple of kids.
The farm was sold; i.e. the title to the land and the house and sheds all now belonged to some other bloke. But the equipment and any chattels that hadn’t been pinched were put up for sale by auction.
That was today. So, taking advantage of the fact that a couple of hundred locals from near and far would be looking for a bargain, I collected all the tools and chattels that were no longer of any use to me, because I no longer have a shed to stick ’em in, and put them into Old Jack McKenzie’s sale as well. Correct term being ‘as an outside entrant’.
Then I waited for mugs and clever people to come and buy. Now the idea was not to get as much money for things as they were necessarily worth. No, the idea was to get them out of my brother’s shed so he could put his own stuff there.
First off, everything is laid out in lines for inspection.
And let me clue you up. There is a lot of rubbish. After all this is stuff that Old Jack refused to throw away ten, twenty or fifty years ago when it broke.
Then the crowd come drifting in. The auction starts at 10 am and they start drifting at 8 am. Then they stand around talking to the neighbour over the other side of the hill; the fellow they haven’t seen for a month or so. Some bring the dog, some their kids and some their wife. And while they chat about the weather and the price of wool they quietly check out the items on show.
And while all this chatting is going on the one constant is the “Sausage Sizzle”. Every clearing sale has some group flogging a hot sausage in a slice of bread with onions and sauce. And coffee. It is usual for the local school mums who put it on. Or the local football club. It’s a fund raiser. Today was a first for me – it was put on by the local Men’s Shed. I’ll tell you more about them if anyone asks. Anyway most people don’t come to buy anything. They come for the social occasion and a chance to have a squizz at the neighbour’s place.
If he’s any good this will be entertaining.
Now a little example. Below I have added two items. They are the same thing just separated by about sixty years. One is manual and one is electric with hydraulics. Both press wool into large bales about 1.25 metres in length (50 inches).
The one on the left is like the one we had when we were kids. It sold for $100. The other one sold for $7000.
Now how did my sale go? It went well. I sold everything. I got what I wanted for some and a lot less for the rest, but I got rid of it all. So I was happy.
The old portable forge that I showed at the start sold for $120. I bought it for $5 at a clearing sale ten years ago. Here it is again.