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Accepting change


On the day before her home was going to be auctioned last month, 90-year-old Helen said she was OK with the impending sale “because I know I can’t live there anymore.” Now residing in a nursing home, she was confident that selling the house, several outbuildings and seven acres (the rest of the 160 acres is in a life estate) would deter theft and vandalism and hoped that the future tenants of the house would enjoy it as much as she had.

A few days later she reported that she spent “a long time” at the auction with her daughters. Her sister came over from her home across the road in a golf cart and bought a few things.

The beautiful sunny day that seemed more like fall than summer helped attract people to the sale, she said, and the auctioneers did a fine job.

“The couple who bought my place, they’re going to raise horses,” she said, noting that the property hasn’t been home to horses before. Helen told the young couple that she hopes they will like the property. The woman replied, “I already like it,” Helen said with a smile.

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