A Grandmother Clock is just like a Grandfather Clock, except not quite as big.
At any rate, Shawn and Kathie believed that we were ready, nay, more that ready, to have that clock back for our home base in Benson, AZ. So they loaded it into their pickup truck and brought it to us at our RV park.
|Shawn had stuff for the dump in his truck also.lGlad he got to us before he went to the dump!|
With Shawn's help, we wrapped Grandmother in comforters, strapped her in with rope, duct tape, and a cable, and let her be. For 2,103 miles, from Carson City through California, back to Nevada, then down to Arizona and New Mexico, finally back to Benson, she rode with us and sang her song, or truly, her songs. Grandmother had her "going home" song, her "Easy Travel" song, and occasionally her "Hang on there, rough road" song.
|Wrapping her up like a mummy.|
But now we're home, the motorhome is parked out in front of our lot, and Grandmother is still strapped in. She's not even singing her lonely song, because we have to be moving for her to sing. So we unwrap Grandmother.
|Out of the mummy wrap, ready to go in the house|
|Here's Bob helping Grandmother down the motorhome steps.|
|Oops, watch that opening door!|
|Notice Grandmother has lost her head! Can't carry her with that head attached.|
|Thanks, Bob! Good job.|
|Don't know why I'm scowling -- she ain't heavy, she's my grandmother!|
Here she is, in her new home. We had to place a few shims so she'd stand upright. She's happy, she's home, she's with her family.
|Just a little adjusting needed to get her level and centered!|