Eberle & I moved into our wonderful new home 4 years ago this month. We’d actually spent the winter of 04-05 at a small cottage on the grounds of Marymount Hermitage—we’ll always be grateful to the Sisters of Marymount for taking us in that winter, as our old house had decided by fall that it really wasn’t up to human habitation any longer: among many other problems, the electrical systems (always sketchy at best) started doing some bizarre & inexplicable things that made us realize it was time to hit the road.
So four years ago,
we were driving those few miles down the road from our cottage haven to the new house, doing a lot of dreaming about the beautiful new space, & painting cupboards & doors (uncharacteristically, we didn’t get to the walls—we just wanted in so badly!—odd, because the walls in our old house were all painted rather beautifully—a topic for a future post perhaps).& then too there was the question of how to move all the stuff from one place to the next. Even tho our new & old houses are about a stone’s throw apart (well, maybe a stone’s throw when I was playing baseball—I doubt I could make that toss today) all the possessions still had to traverse that ground.
We were extremely fortunate to get a lot of great help in doing this; & possibly the most remarkable of the moving tales took place just about exactly four years ago, at least a couple of weeks before we actually moved in. That involved the piano.
Now there had been a delightful character out of Grangeville, ID (a couple of hours north) who tuned & moved pianos. He was an exuberant fellow who also played banjo, & who described himself as a piano circuit rider. He had wonderful tales of moving p
ianos into backcountry cabins & other out-of-the-way spots. But sadly, this fellow had moved to Oklahoma. So we were trying to figure out if there was a way to move the piano from the old house to the new house without incurring the expense of getting someone up from Boise.This is where our friends c
ame to rescue. Bill & Bobbi Shore hauled their John Deere tractor equipped with a front loader from their ranch north of Council, & our contractor Bob George also stopped by to help. Watching Bobbi Shore negotiate the rather tight spaces on the front lawn of the old house was really quite thrilling—Bill allowed as how Bobbi is actually a better driver than he is. The piano was wheeled from the back music room & rested on a pallet held on by the loader’s forks, & then strapped in place, partly protected with a comforter. Then the piano began the muddy trek down the old driveway & across the muddy expanse of a construction zone that would later become our current driveway. When Bobbi pulled up in front of the old porch, Bobbi lowered it, & Bill & Bob actually lifted the piano off the pallet & brought it down the last several inches by hand. That was also an impressive sight, tho I didn’t photograph it—both of those guys are strong.After that, the piano was wheeled across the porch & into the music room, where it lives to this day. One of the joys of living, whether it’s in the country, town or city: friends who are willing to help in time of need.
In the pix, Bill Shore is the man wearing the ball cap, & Bob George is the guy who's bareheaded. Bobbi Shore's driving the tractor.