
For those of you who never had the chance to go to this, what a shame. It was like an alternate universe. No heat, no electricity. Attendees stand on a labyrinthine assortment of wooden catwalks above shoots and pens with the various animals being auctioned. Try as I might, I could not understand a word the auctioneer uttered. The language, the customs of this place were entirely a throwback to a time when living off of the land was a way of life for the majority of Americans. The closure of the auction is an end of centuries of agricultural history in Salem county.