Back in the 90s., my childhood home went for auction. Those were my happiest and saddest days in that house, but mostly happy. The people that bought it after we moved to another home had both died and the kids had their own places, so they decided to auction the house. I really liked that home so I went to the auction. Imagine my surprise and shock to see not a thing was changed sine we moved out in the early 60s. Funny how small the house looked to me that day! The floor linoleum was the same and not worn or ripped. The kitchen cabinets were the same, even the color, and even as a kid, I really liked those cabinets. The walls were still the same colors dad used to paint them. I'll bet if dad hadn't taken the wallpaper down and painted they would have been the same walls. (I hated my bedroom walls dark blue and light blue stripes). Anyway, mom and dad must have sold them the stove with the house because even that was still there. Oh how I wished I could have just bid on that stove! It had a deep "soup" well and a griddle inside the oven that would pull out to fry (most of the time SPAM). Sadly, they had the auction at the wrong time of day, 5 p.m., so only one other person showed up. It was tempting for me to bid but I was afraid for some reason, probably because my husband wouldn't have had time to help if something went wrong. Final bid was $5500 so of course, the heirs wouldn't sell. They finally sold it to one of those secondary real estate companies for only $15K. Sad....it was worth double that.