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            In theIr own words



            A Tribute to Bruce May


               by Victoria Moser


               So, for school, I had to write a paper describing a   oldies are rarely ever playing, and none of the guys who
            person who was a place, and the place was the person. If   work there wear pink, but his legacy lives on. It lives
            you wanna read a little something about one of the most   on in all the family that works there: my grandma, my
            amazing men I know, my Pappy, I’ll put it here…         mom, me, my dad, my uncle, and my cousins. It lives
               Larry Bruce May was an amazing man and, apart        on in the auctioneers and the people that go there, who
            from his family, there was nothing he loved more than his   still say the things that he used to. When they call out
            business. He ran the Emmitsburg Auction, and it was his   “Cheap! Cheap!” or “We have got to sell this now…lady
            life. He was integrated into every aspect of the business.   is having a baby” or “The only thing wrong with this is
            When you walked in, you could count on seeing Bruce     the price!” you can almost hear his voice saying it and
            in his pink button down flannel, a pair of medium wash   it is impossible to not chuckle to yourself. Every time
            jeans, suspenders crisscrossed in the back, and a pair of   someone walks up behind me and rubs my shoulders for
            snakeskin cowboy boots. If you did not hear his deep,   a second, I feel his rough hands and hear his voice saying
            husky voice on the phone, schmoozing a customer, you    “Where have you been?”, even though he knew I had
            would hear it singing the oldies. His favorite song was   been there working for hours. Even his jokes stuck, like
            “Amazing Grace,” and the radio was always playing. He   how everyone picks on my cousin, Chelsea, for always,
            was the best grandfather I could ever ask for.          always being late.
               Pappy Bruce spent his life at the auction. I stayed     Not much has changed about the way the business is
            with my grandparents a lot when I was younger. He       run either. It is still open on the same days and still has
            was always up before the sun, around four or five in    the same days off. It carries the same hours. The schedule
            the morning. He would go to the Exxon, get a cup of     on sale day is the same. The way the clerks “clerk,”
            coffee and a newspaper, go check on the auction, and    the office girls check people out, and the auctioneers
            come home. Then he left again to go in to work for the   handle themselves, is all the same. All of his “rules” are
            day, around seven. He was never home before six in the   followed—even though he is not around—by almost
            evening—hungry and happy.                               everyone, merely out of his memory.
               The auction was a direct reflection of Pappy. The       There is nothing about the auction that does not
            dusty, dirty floors came in on his boots from the rocky   remind me of Pappy Bruce. It was his baby, and he was
            ground outside. The slow, even music was his favorite   very good at raising it. Even when he was horribly sick
            from his younger days. The old, musty smell of antiques   with COPD, he was there more often than not. He would
            and his cologne was everywhere, even when he was        be tired, slow, and pale in the face, working hard through   ads @ thecatoctinbanner . com
            not at the auction house. Even the atmosphere of the    the pain, but he was there, happy and loving as ever. His
            place was completely him. It was straight to the point,   humor was never ending.
            business-like, but also full of love for things that were   My grandmother’s last promise to him was to keep
            no longer new, and even more beautiful, a love of fellow   the auction open, to keep it going. Now, it is even more
            human beings.                                           of a family business, as my dad joined the team and we
               My grandfather passed away a couple of years ago,    all keep his memory alive by just being influenced by
            around Easter time. To this day, I remember the feel of   him. All of the things we do reflect him, all of the things
            that pink flannel, soft and thin, like a child’s favorite   we say there. There are times when there are breaks or
            blanket. I remember his voice, comforting, and so, so full   people will just come up to us to reminisce with us about
            of love. I remember the smell of his cologne, musky and   him because something there made them think of him.
            manly and just so him. I remember his smile, his stern   All of the stories make my heart warm, all of the happy
            voice when we were bad, and all of the sayings that just   memories of him handing out lollipops to kids (which we
            made Pappy Bruce who he was.                            still do), memories of him laughing or joking, memories
               Even though he is not at the auction every single    of him putting his foot down with customers who took
            day anymore physically, every time you go in, you       his kindness for weakness, and many more. There is
            can still feel him there. It hasn’t been easy to keep the   never a negative thing to be said about him.
            auction going without him. In fact, a lot of things have   Every time I go to the auction, for even just a minute,
                                                  been almost       if I relax and take a minute to just think, he is all I can
                                                  impossibly hard   think about. I hear him, smell him, and miss him more
                                                  without him       than I could ever express. The only thing that makes
                                                  there to guide    missing him better is the auction: I can go there and just
                                                  us. That being    feel his presence, to this day. I can sit and remember all
                                                  said, it would    the things he said there and did there for others. I can
                                                  be impossible to   also remember how above-and-beyond he always went
                                                  forget him.       for me. He was the most generous, amazing, smartest
                                                    Now, when       man anyone could have ever met. All who met him loved
                                                  you walk into     him and many of the customers he had, still come in to
                                                  the auction,      the auction and remember him there, the same way I
                                                  the scent of      do—at least every Sunday on sale day. My Pappy, the
                                                  his cologne       antique master, the auctioneer, the best boss; he was the
                                                  is gone, the      auction and the auction is him.



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