I remember the first auction I went to. I was twenty and had very limited funds for extras. I went to an antique auction with my Uncle Jimmie D. and Aunt Lodi. My uncle was a cattle buyer and well acquainted with how auctions go. I bid $1.00 for a stack of twelve green plates (thinking that they were all selling for one dollar) and I was the high bid. When my uncle told me that I now owed $12.00 I ask if I could just walk out of the auction and not get them. He laughed and said that they frowned on that and he would pay for half of them. I still have those plates today. It was a valuable lesson and came in useful when I attended auctions while I lived in England and in Holland.
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