On Hauling Furniture

I guess having a blog makes you think your life has to be a transparent set of confessions.  Somehow I always feel compelled to tell you these things!  And I’m sorry… I’m sure it’s all quite boring… but I sure get a kick out of it!

On my walk a couple of days ago, this pickup went sailing past me with a Lazy Boy recliner in the back.  I was just sure that chair was going to launch.  I watched them drive on down the street, holding my breath all the while.  Yes, obviously, I’ve had a recliner launch out of the back of a pickup before!

The quick history.  My grandparents had a furniture store.  G and I were getting married.  We had purchased a doozy of a fixer-upper, and as teenagers we’d spent every spare moment at that house turning it into a sweet little cottage.  And we had purchased this wonderful chair.  When it was paid for, we took it to my home out in the country, placed it in my sister’s old bedroom, covered it with sheets so it couldn’t get any dust or cat hair on it, and declared that no one would sit in it… it would be absolutely brand new when we got married and moved into our little dream home.

The week arrived.  The fixer-upper was fixed-up.  The wedding was days away.  We loaded the prized possession into the back of G’s truck and started on the two mile pilgrimage.  We didn’t think of ourselves as the village idiots, but then the unthinkable happened… we saw it all in our rear-view-mirrors… the chair caught air, flung itself to the highway, bounced and rolled before coming to rest in the bar ditch.  Talk about a kick in the gut!  Oh my goodness.  We were mortified.

We scooped it up and drove to the dream home with some of the dreams a little more ragged and tattered and worse for the wear.  And then we went to work.  We’re workers!!  We got some fishing line and needles and used the extra arm and head protector fabric to patch that chair.  We were able to pretty well camouflage all the damage except for the very bottom of the foot rest.  If anyone ever pulled that up, the highway skid marks would be there for all to see.  We made a marriage vow to add to the ones we’d be making in the coming days.  Whenever we had guests over, one of us would ALWAYS AND FOREVER have to sit in that chair.  We couldn’t risk someone else sitting in it and discovering the truth… that we weren’t as smart as we thought we were.

My Granddad Calton, the furniture man, actually was sitting in the chair one time when he realized that the stitching on the arm was pretty crude.  He was determined to contact Lazy Boy and let them know about it… and we were more determined to let him know that it didn’t bother us in the least.  Please, please don’t worry about it, it doesn’t bother us in the least.  Ha!

The chair has come and gone.  We kept the secret to ourselves for years.  In fact, I only told my Grandma about it not long before she passed away.  Granddad never knew.  Unless he suspected it that night he discovered the fish-line-stitching and just thought he’d let us save face.  We’re older and wiser now.  Actually, we got a lot older and a lot wiser the very afternoon the chair flew out of the truck.  Hauling a chair?  Tie it down, then tie it down some more!

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27 Responses to “On Hauling Furniture”

  1. Cheryl Black says:

    Not boring and almost always good for a smile. I love hearing stories about life teaching us lessons. Now if we all were smart enough to retain them!!

  2. Sandy says:

    So true… because I remember the time a rack full of hand-painted baby shoes slid off the truck on the way to a craft fair on Guam… and the time the lumber fell smack into the busiest intersection in Portales. Well, we try!

  3. Marcea Clive says:

    Funny story. You tell them so well.

  4. Sandy says:

    Thanks! I have a ball writing about the field days of life!

  5. lawanda calton says:

    Surely you have told me this story before. But it seems like the first I’ve heard of it today. I’m just wagging my head and laughing!

  6. Sandy says:

    Oh I probably haven’t. We swore ourselves to secrecy… and it has only leaked out here and there… until now!

  7. Robin Green says:

    I’m so glad no one was behind you to get a reclining chair though their front windshield!

  8. Sandy says:

    Yes.. another moral. When you see people hauling things… stay back!

  9. Linda Davis says:

    From one furniture family to another…I love it! I am sure the Davis clan could share a few stories about furniture mishaps!

  10. Sandy says:

    Yes.. but sometimes it takes over 25 years to “fess up”!

  11. Kim Mann says:

    You must remember the king mattress that Mark and Larry flew out of the back of the truck on the Arch Highway!!They never told, even though the corner was crushed in. When Grandma told Mark he could pick anything in the store for a wedding present, he jumped at the chance to request that mattress and get it out of there!!! We stay far, far back when we see people hauling anything not tied down.

  12. Sandy says:

    Ha! And I remember this story also staying a secret for many years!

  13. Claire says:

    That’s a great story Sandy! Reminds me of my kitchen in Guam when I had my shiny new Kohler sink that we shipped all the way from Hawaii. When Ted was putting the final touches in…..the cornice box over the sink window….he dropped his drill and took a big shiny chunk out of the sink. I suppose these things happen to keep us humble. I look at stuff like that as a way to remember a person or pet by that would make you smile after they were gone.

  14. Lori says:

    Rick and I had a coffee table that we purchased from a good friend. We LOVED it! It had been her grandmother’s coffee table. We had it packed in the back of our pick up while moving from Las Cruces, NM to Fabens, TX (only about an hour and a half drive). It was actually laying upside down between two other pieces of furniture. We put our couch ON TOP of it. Somehow, it blew out of the back of the truck right onto Interstate 10. It was in splinters and we were so surprised and sad. We really have no idea how it happened. The couch was still right where we had it. We fessed up to my friend about her grandmother’s coffee table within the week. She was sad, too. I don’t remember FOR SURE if we had things tied down, but I really think we did. Ever since then, we tie down REALLY GOOD! Or at least we try!

  15. Sandy says:

    Great point Claire… you’re so right. We usually have fond memories of the “scrape”, even though it’s not great fun at the moment!
    And thanks for the memory of your wonderful kitchen on Guam!

  16. Sandy says:

    I tell you… we have had things tied down.. and how in the world they slip out is beyond me!! Sorry about this sad tale, Lori!

  17. Mark Mann says:

    If you’re listening Larry, I tried my best to keep it quiet as long as I could. I guess now, after 33 years I can rat on you, because you said I didn’t have to tie it down. Ha! Ha!

  18. Sandy says:

    Oh Mark! I’m laughing out loud!

  19. Michelle says:

    I think it’s cute you two felt you needed to keep it a secret. Now a days, an incident like that would make a great blog post.

  20. Sandy says:

    Oh… we were so young… and wanted to appear so wise! Sometimes I think I was “older” when I was 19 than I am now! =)

  21. Jane Calton Welch says:

    Almost called off marrying Bubby when he wouldn’t listen to me, the furniture hauler! I wanted him to tie my Tell City dresser drawers shut while moving from Muleshoe! He insisted they were not going anywhere. The last dip on the Texas side, top drawer flew out and broke into pieces! I saw pieces on the road but never dreamed they belonged to me! When I got to Portales, Bubby confessed, not knowing how precious the dresser was to me, nor the jewelry it held! Emma and I flew back toward Muleshoe! We picked up the pieces to the drawer and all of the jewelry we could find. Yes, I cried! Luckily, my big brother, Bill, who has fixed many things in my life, glued the drawer back together! It looks great (don’t open it). I remind him not to haul furniture, even though he hauls things for a living!

  22. Sandy says:

    Jane, that’s great… especially since he does haul things for a living!!

  23. Sharon Davis says:

    Tom, the great furniture hauler tied our dining room table top to our mattress when we moved to Arch, you guessed it, saw it flying down the high way, crushed the edge of the mattress, ruined the table, the next thing he did was tie our stove to the pick up tailgate, you can guess what happened to it. These are among the reasons that I moved from Arch to Portales with a zillion trips in my Toyota, one drawer at a time. LOL

  24. Sandy says:

    I have learned so much! Boy howdy… once the confessions start flying… it’s like furniture falling out of trucks!

  25. Katie Howell says:

    I’m so glad I’ve heard these stories my entire life, so that I’ve never experienced these mistakes. Mitchell ties everything down! Just today, I saw some poor man pulled over on the side of the freeway, as if he was going to retrieve his metal ladder that flew off his truck 2 lanes from the shoulder. We all heard the cars beside us clank over it at 70 mph, luckily we weren’t the ones who ran over it! All of these posts have had me laughing!

  26. Sandy says:

    Misery! I can’t imagine losing something on a Houston freeway! I just say… tie things down… then tie things down some more!

  27. michelle pond says:

    After a ceremony in Santa Fe and with our wedding presents packed in the trunk, my new husband and I stopped at Santa Rosa for a snack on the way back to Portales. A semi rolled down the small incline and smack into our car!

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