Keeping it in the family

I remember, as a teenager, reading the “Hitching Post” and giggling feebly! My father followed grandpa Roderick into the auctioneering business, and I used to love watching and listening to the rhythmic patter. I was sold an odd cow or bull if the price wasn’t up to it!

I took a copy to my sister and we had a wonderful evening of “do you remember”! We also mourned the loss of the close family unit.
It gave us such a wonderful trip down memory lane (we are both in our mid-70s).