|Pic by my sister, Ky via Flickr|
Not only did Grandma get a new dog this last month, she also moved from her home of over 40 years.
Grandma lives on the common grounds that is owned by our church. It started as an orphanage and bible school and years later exists as a meeting place for the "universal church"(though as far as I know only people from Earth attend) a few times a year. My grandparents helped oversee the orphanage back in the day and my mother spent her entire youth there.
Grandma lived in a building that was once the orphanage and was later adapted to be a rooming house of sorts. She and her family inhabited the entire top floor of the building that sat on the east end of the grounds. For the last few years, the building has been empty but for Grandma and an occasional renter of the small apartment next to hers. It has almost 20 of the steepest steps known to man and is a feat to climb even for the fittest person. Grandma has been kept young by those stairs.
In the last few years, we've all realized Grandma would need a change soon. She will be 90 in January and, even though she could still beat me for hardworking stamina, she is getting older. She can still care for herself -- food, cleaning, bathing, etc -- but she's a little forgetful and she's a worrier. We thought about moving her from one city to another (to be closer to immediate family) but this is a woman who's been wearing the same clothes for 30 years -- she doesn't do change well.
|Grandma and her 4 sisters in 1976|
A week or so ago, none of the family could get a hold of Grandma. Days went by and she was no where to be found. Calls between siblings went back and forth until Ky got Grandma on the phone. She wasn't dead and being feasted on by "the little black dog" as we had feared. She had moved.
Grandma got it into her head she was going to move to the apartment and so she did.
She packed up all her clothes into her suitcases and walked them down from one end of the grounds to the other. She unpacked them there and returned for another load. Then she loaded up dishes and books into boxes. She carried those boxes down the flight of The Stairs of Death. And then, she loaded those boxes into her wheelbarrow.
My almost 90 year old grandmother transported all her own items down to her new apartment in a wheelbarrow. None of us had any idea she was moving.
|Grandma with Monty (left) and Vicki (right)|
I called my uncle who lives just over an hour away and let him know. He went down that weekend and helped her move the rest. When he was done, she burst into tears and said "Can we move it all back?"
I'm going up this weekend to make sure she didn't do that herself too.