Here we go for round two! If you didn’t get to see the first half of these pictures, you can view them by clicking here.
We moms find that our kids eat an exorbitant amount of pop and candy on this day. But it is only one day of the year and they look forward to it all year long! We like to give our kiddos some money that they can spend on treats or small crafts to buy for themselves. But sometimes you simply have to sit them down and put a little potato soup in them to keep them going till bedtime!
Our Soft Pretzel stand was a new one this year also! I think it went good . . . but I honestly was in the kitchen so much that I didn’t see a whole lot that went on in the main sale part.
Our church has had a lot of babies born this past year! It makes it so fun to go to church and have a baby to fill my arms.
Once the sale ends at 4:00, we get ready to serve the leftover soup, rolls, bread, and pies to the church folks by 5 pm.
Now it is time for the best part of the day. The auction! This is where we auction off all the leftover sale items, as well as a slave trade. This is when church members offer a service such as a babysitting night, a thrift store shopping day, or outdoor bbq, etc.
This little lady worked hard. Matt and Julia Shetler were chairmen of the sale committee. All the committee members worked hard, but there is an extra responsibility for the chairmen. And they did a good job!
We often have community people who come just for the atmosphere that this sale provides. It is somewhat of a phenomenon in our current society to witness a functioning church and families that laugh together and cry together. Yes, we have our hurts. We have things that drive us to our knees. But we are learning to band together and love each other through these hurts!
Sometimes you have to actually catch your item as it flies through the air!
Some of you from California and Washington will know Joe Gish. He helped the High School teacher and shop class put the shed together. So he also helped to auction it off!
Too much candy.
Too much blueberry pie.
Too much sale.
Makes one tired punkin’.