I suppose at my age, one shouldn’t joke about wills, but I am convinced that “where there’s a will, there’s a way” in life and after. Most of us would admit that this is a positive attitude and ignore that it is based on a constant effort to find problems and to solve them…a characteristic viewed by some as a negative.
My eldest grandson came for a visit last week, and we had a laugh about the time we decided that we could load a refrigerator into the SUV, go over rutted roads for five miles to the cabin, and then unload the frig on the hill leading to the cabin door and safely deposit it inside.
I also believe it is prudent to purchase what you need at garage sales even though they don’t deliver. So we bought an undented refrigerator at a garage sale in Laramie, then had to stuff it in the Blazer, and head for the cabin thirty miles west of Laramie, where we would enter a rutted gravel road and travel for five more miles through six gates separating cattle.
By the time the refrigerator was loaded into the back of the vehicle, the seats left little room for my 6’2” grandson, Zach. He drove with his knees level with his ears while Grandma watched for the highway patrol whom she was sure inspected passing cars for safety violations.
When we left the highway and began our trek across cattle country, I was allowed to drive while Zach opened gates. Trying not to jar the refrigerator of some chemical liquid while balancing above the ruts at the same time as avoiding the rocks as big as wood chucks required a lot of wills and faith.
We managed to get through the last gate without high centering the car, backed up the hill to the back door and then mulled how to get the refrigerator out and into the cabin. We decided that if we could attach a rope to the cabin deck, and then tie something on the refrigerator, we could slowly move the truck and the refrigerator would slide out.
Refrigerators have very few parts to which you can attach a rope, but we finally risked placing it on the handle since the handle rested tightly enough to drag smoothly against the truck interior without coming off. Finding a place to attach the rope on the deck without collapsing the entire structure was the next problem. It must have been a traumatic moment since I can’t remember what we tied it to, but we attached it somewhere.
Slowly I eased the car down the hill, an inch at a time. Slowly the refrigerator slid out the back end, and before it was all the way, we place it in an upright position on a four wheel dolly provided by the son who was too busy to help that day. When your son is a mover, and you are always moving furniture around, he schedules professional work as many days and hours as possible since he prefers moving that pays…but that is a different, somewhat whiny story.
We now have to get a refrigerator uphill about 10 feet and into the kitchen door. If you push too hard, it begins to slide off the dolly, and if you don’t push hard, it threatens to roll downhill. The last few steps are a bit fuzzy 30 years later, but we not only settled the refrigerator in the cabin, but it is still in place.
I still believe in garage sales, and I am totally convinced that where there is a will, there is a way. My grandson still views it as one of the stories about a crazy Gramma worth repeating. Sometimes I suspect he joined the army so he wouldn’t have to help with some of the activities I believed were possible. He’s back in Wyoming now, and still assessing whether Gramma’s “will” has been dampened slightly over the years. Or maybe he knows that the next WILL shall be kinder.