My maternal grandparents recently moved into assisted living. The house and all contents were auctioned off this weekend, so Uncle Dave, Auntie Karen, Auntie Janice, Brendan, Elizabeth and I made the trip down to Crosshill to mark the occasion.
Brendan and I decided to leave at bedtime on Thursday night to see whether Elizabeth would sleep the whole way. This more or less worked, though we did have to pull over somewhere around Belleville to change her diaper, let her nurse and provide a tasty snack for about half a million mosquitoes. We stopped at my Aunt Muriel's in Toronto overnight.
The original plan was to take my grandparents out for lunch, but unfortunately my grandma fell and cracked her head right open before we arrived. A few staples later and she was all patched up. By the time we arrived she was even able to joke about the nurse practitioner in training who didn't put the staples in deep enough the first time, causing the doctor to pull them all out and start over! After a nice visit with my grandparents we headed off to the old house where we were able to appreciate the magnitude of the work my aunts and uncles have put in over the last two months. Just moving the scrap metal from the sheds to the back must have been exhausting!
It was quite amazing to see so many treasures, some of which were new to me. For instance, I had no idea that my grandmother is a very talented artist. Or that my grandfather owned an airplane propeller...
When we arrived everyone was very busy cleaning. I helped make a parking sign but I think we spent more time getting in the way! Elizabeth took a last ride in the rocking horse made by her great-great-grandpa and had way too much fun with Great-grandpa's golf cart.