The house sold after being on the market for just one day. They got two offers, both higher than the asking price and more than adequate to cover the expense of the villa and the move.
By the way, these pictures were taken at 5 MegaPixels and then reduced in resolution to be more easily viewed online. If you want the full image or a printed copy, just ask.
The house sold after being on the market for just one day.
They got two offers, both higher than the asking price and
more than adequate to cover the expense of the villa and
the move.
Mother debates whether to keep her china for now or
send it to the auction house. She finally decided in
favor of keeping and enjoying it. Mrs. Morgan had
come over to help pack the china and provided good
company and support.
Dad still managed to find room to relax even after we
filled 8 boxes with china and breakables.
Wendy and Jenny made a number of trips to Goodwill and
the local used book store.
Steve borrowed a heavy-duty shredder from his office
and he, Wendy and Jenny spent hours sifting through
old records. They even found the hospital bill for
when Shelton was born in 1960.
Our last major dinner at the homestead: Sunday dinner with
hamburgers.
Wendy and I decided we had to celebrate Mother's birthday
just a little, even if we didn't get her any presents she would
have to pack and move. Wendy dug out some trick candles, just
for fun.
The moving crew came on Monday and Tuesday to
pack and then moved close to 200 boxes
to the villa on Wednesday. Jenny and I had to
return to California Tuesday evening so we missed
the last stage of this effort.
I was amused that the trashtruck had to back in
diagonally between the moving van and our cars.
Dad's workshop. He will have a smaller version
in the garage at the villa.
Packing up the basement.
The downstairs fireplace.
Dad made a woodbox next to the fireplace.
These antlers are from Dad's days of bow-and-arrow
deer hunting. He was occasionally successful!
There are large shelves lining most of the rear
wall of the basement. These had to be unloaded and
decision made as to disposition: trash, Goodwill, or keep.
Here are some of them after emptying.
Downstairs stove, moved here when it was replaced
in the kitchen.
Steve obligingly swept the floor and did anything
else he could think of to be helpful.
The washing machine and sud-saver tub.
We sorted and bagged a bunch of trash.
The piano was sneaked out of the house and into the van
before we even realized they had lifted it.
Steve's pretty strong -- he carried Jenny across the road
just for fun.
These movers have the right tricks for hoisting heavy
stuff. They were also very tolerant of us taking
pictures of them. I think Steve must be telling him
in Spanish that we are crazy photographers.
There was a crew of 4 each day and
they worked hard.
Jenny had to illustrate one of the boxes.
This metal cabinet was in the give-away pile of
furniture at curbside. It has the mark that I made on it
with my chemistry set years ago. I mixed up a beautiful
blue compound and decorated it. Mother will never let
me forget it!
One of the last rooms to be packed: the kitchen.