Mov­ing is a fam­ily ef­fort

The Kent Island Bay Times - - Bay Views -

Mov­ing from a house long oc­cu­pied is daunt­ing.

And that is what my hus­band Bill and I are do­ing with enor­mous amounts of help from our fam­ily.

Af­ter 27 years in the same house, Bill and I have moved into a new, smaller house. In three weeks in March, my fam­ily in­stalled new win­dows, added a wheel­chair ramp, widened three door­ways for my wheel­chair and switched the toi­lets to taller ones.

Our nephew, Brady Jack­son, painted the en­tire in­te­rior of the house.

Car­pet was ripped up and re­placed with floor­ing I could more eas­ily nav­i­gate.

My sis­ter, Deb­bye Jack­son, was the chief or­ga­nizer. She lo­cated the new house. She ar­ranged the sched­ule for all my kin to tackle var­i­ous chores.

They moved fur­ni­ture from one house to the other — a huge task.

My brother, Bruce H. Perry, worked won­ders. My brother, Bruce E. Perry, helped.

My broth­ers-in-law, Bill Jack­son and Tyler White­ley Sr., were he­roes.

Our nephew ,Tyler White­ley Jr., bagged and boxed large quan­ti­ties of be­long­ings from the pre­vi­ous house and brought them to the new house.

My sis­ter, Kim White­ley, joined Deb­bye in paint­ing trim through­out the new house and lots more.

My sis­ter-in-law, Patty Perry, un­packed five large plas­tic tubs of good China and ev­ery­day China. She ran it all through the dish­washer and put it all away at the new house.

Sis­ter-in-law Louise Perry ran er­rands and brought us a large pot of her de­li­cious seafood chow­der.

With­out all this help, I do not know what we would have done.

Ev­ery af­ter­noon this past week, Brady has driven me to our for­mer res­i­dence. There, he and Bruce H. have lugged old fur­ni­ture from the house to the huge Dump­ster in the drive­way. With tem­per­a­tures in the high 90s, they have ac­com­plished an ex­tra­or­di­nary amount.

Ty Jr. has been rip­ping up an­cient car­pet and heaped all sorts of things into the Dunpster.

Fri­day morn­ing, a brim­ming Dump­ster was hauled away and emp­tied. Then an­other empty Dump­ster was de­liv­ered. In no time, Bruce and Brady had it nearly filled again.

Mean­while, each af­ter­noon Brady wheeled me to the garage en­trance, gave me an empty trash bag and a box or a bag to sort through. Keep this, dis­card that.

Slowly, I was whit­tling away. Some things were eas­ily dis­carded. Oth­ers caused me to pause, to study them, to think per­haps they were still im­por­tant. It was painful to dis­card some of the books and old let­ters.

Cer­tain items brought back vivid mem­o­ries of how and when they were ac­quired.

Other be­long­ings prompted no mem­ory at all. Where did that come from and why?

I have been sort­ing through nearly three decades of our lives.

Brady dragged a huge pale blue suit­case to me.

Do you have a key for this, he asked. How do you open it?

I reached to ei­ther side of the metal latches and pushed the sil­ver but­tons. The latches sprung open. Brady is used to lug­gage that zips.

Bruce chuck­led. “That was be­fore suit­cases had wheels.”

Last Mon­day, the first day Brady drove me to our for­mer home, was over­whelm­ing.

The garage was over­flow­ing with boxes and bags and old fur­ni­ture from the house.

I could have cried. The task at hand seemed enor­mous and im­pos­si­ble.

All week, Brady kept re­as­sur­ing me it would get done — much sooner than I imag­ined.

By Wed­nes­day af­ter­noon, there was a hint of hope. Brady could be cor­rect.

He and his Un­cle Bruce had re­moved much from the garage. Bruce had re­ar­ranged what re­mained into a more man­age­able state. He had swept up.

“My good­ness,” I said, “we can ac­tu­ally see part of the floor.”

Much re­mains to be done. But the house is nearly empty and ready for re­mod­el­ing.

Brady says it will all get done. With a fam­ily like mine, I believe it will. How for­tu­nate we are.

Denise Ri­ley is ed­i­tor emer­i­tus of The Star Demo­crat.

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