In the spring of 1963, our long time neighbour, Old Mr. Anderson, held an auction sale for all his field and barn equipment.  His dairy herd had been sold the previous fall, and the land had been rented out to a local hog and crop farmer.  All his equipment was cleaned and polished, and lined up beside the barn awaiting bidding.  The Farmall Super M and its little brother, a Farmall Cub with mounted sickle mower.  The Cub was Mr Anderson's most used tractor.  He used it for mowing, raking, spreading, scraping the barn yard, and hauling wagons.  The McCormick-Deering silo filler and corn binder that were still used to fill the little cement block silo long after most other farmers had switched to forage harvesters.  The square baler that I had spent countless hours riding behind while helping neighbors with hay making. The bidding started at Mr Anderson's two hay wagons, which were loaded with all sorts of odds and ends, from the IH vacuum pump and bucket milkers, to boxes of bolts and tools.    The auctioneer started his cry, and rattled out numbers as items came up.  There were old wooden buckets, 19th century furniture, and old ox yokes.  All stuff that we thought was common old junk at the time, but later would be viewed as precious antiques, bringing back memories and recalling a disappearing way of life.