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In the first 5 years of our marriage, we moved about 8 times. Sometimes shifting between apartments, once chased out of a burning house. Each time, family was there to help. The last move was 43 years ago. Never again, if I can help it.
When a good friend died, his widow waited 2 years to make the major decision to sell the house they had built. She called the movers and my wife drove over to the Island to be of moral support. When she arrived, seeing nothing was packed, she asked her friend what was going on. My wife was told when my friend was in the RCMP, the movers took care of everything.
The next morning they found out that wasn't the deal, so the girls got busy. Boxes were collected from the local grocery store and as mentioned above, the heavy stuff went on the truck first while my wife packed the kitchen and her friend did almost everything else.
The moving guys were sympathetic and took their time. By the time everything was said and done all the stuff was moved and everyone had been fed.
15 years later, the women still laugh about it.
Best
Les
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Best
Les
My train of thought has been replaced by a bumper car.
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