I published this wonderful little piece about the disaster that was this house when we moved in 15 years ago. We bought this house from out in-laws. Sadly, they never cleaned this place out. So here is a little piece that I wrote 11 years ago about our attempt to get one of several appliances out of the basement.
Cleaning out the basement in our house proved to be a greater challenge than we were anticipating.
Once we finally got up the nerve to go into the basement, we wanted
to run back upstairs again, screaming for our very lives! Armed with
trash bags, rubber gloves, and dust masks, we went down and began
sifting through the piles of stuff in the basement. The mind-numbing
job of cleaning out the basement blurs in my mind. There is one
particular episode that stands out very clear.
The basement had turned into a repository of dead and unused
appliances. As we cleared out the trash, we were stunned at what we
found underneath. One freezer, circa. 1959. One free standing stove,
circa. 1962. Two concrete sinks- you know, the laundry tub kind that
your washing machine drain into. The sinks were broken, but they were
still in the basement. Two old microwaves: One from 1978, and another
from 1988. One old stereo, four old speakers, and two old, broken
television sets. And three dehumidifiers. Somehow, these appliances
needed to get out of our basement.
We borrowed a heavy-duty hand truck from my brother-in-law, and we
borrowed a pick up truck from a friend. My husband took a Friday off
work, and we were ready to run to the dump.
The first things we hauled out were easy. The microwaves, the
dehumidifiers, the televisions, and the old stereos. We had no problems
hauling them out of the basement and out to the truck. We loaded up
our first load and hauled it off to the dump.
The large items in our basement presented more of a challenge. The
stove and the freezer. Due to the odd turn at the top and bottom of the
interior stairs, we could not take them up through the house. We were
going to have to use the walk-up from the basement. It’s a tight turn
from the door up the stairs, but the basement door opens towards the
concrete wall, so we thought we could get everything out through that
door. Husband managed to get the stove out and up the stairs with minimal
help. My job was to stand at ground level and hold the storm door on
the basement open from above while he attempted to get the stove out and
turned up the stairs.
And then came the big challenge. The freezer. That monster was
heavy. Much heavier than what we were anticipating. We attempted to
move it towards the door, but it was too heavy. Husband pulled out the
tool box and took the door off the freezer and hauled it out to the
truck.
The freezer was still heavy, but with the two of us- we managed to
get it onto the hand cart. He took one handle of the cart, and I took
the other and we carefully moved it over to the door.
Now, there’s a problem we hadn’t anticipated with the back door. The
door does not open all of the way. When my in-laws finished the
basement, they put a wall next to the basement door. The interior door
only opens up 90* from it’s closed position. It doesn’t open all the
way. Try as we might, we could not get the freezer through that door.
We looked at each other, aghast. Were we going to have to chop the
freezer into tiny bits with the sledge hammer in order to get it out of
the basement? As we sat on the floor and pondered our options, we
looked again at the door opening and the freezer. It looked like we
could get the freezer door through if we pulled the door off the
hinges. So, husband pulled out his tools and we took the basement door off
the hinges and set it aside.
Once again, we wiggled and waggled the freezer, trying to figure out
the magic angle to get it through the doorway. No matter how we worked
it, we could not get the freezer through that door. It kept catching on
the freezer hinges that had previously held the door. Muttering
unmentionable things under his breath, husband took the sledge hammer to
the hinges on the freezer and pounded them into submission. After 10
minutes, both hinges were pounded flat against the surface of the
freezer.
Before we decided to attempt moving the freezer again, we took a
good, hard look at the storm door. It did not look as if we were going
to be able to pull the freezer out of the basement without doing serious
damage to the storm door. Our biggest fear was that if we dropped the
freezer while we were hauling it up the stairs, it would go hurtling
down the steps and destroy the storm door. Once again, out came the
tool box and husband took the storm door off the hinges and gently set it
inside, next to the door.
Muttering silently, we managed to pull the freezer out of the
basement and turn it so that it was ready to be pulled up the stairs.
Heaven help us– we were not prepared for the weight of that freezer.
I’m not certain how much it weighed, but I am willing to say it weighed
at least 300 pounds. It took two of us over to pull that freezer up
the basement steps. We tilted the hand cart back until it would go back
no more. And then, we pulled it up a step. Panting, we looked at each
other.
“What do we do next?” I asked.
“Slowly” husband said, looking at the freezer and back at the 12 steps
we still needed to haul the freezer up. “Shift yourself up a step.
I’ll hold the freezer while you move. Then you hold the freezer and
I’ll shift up a step.”
We moved ourselves around and then, on the count of three, we pulled
the freezer up the next step. We continued on in this slow and painful
manner until, two hours later we finally pulled the freezer up the last
step and onto the level ground. Too tired to even talk to each other,
we pulled the freezer over to the truck and stopped dead.
We were going to have to lift that freezer over 2 feet at once to get it into the bed of the truck.
“I’ve got an idea” said the husband. We live on the top of a hill, and the
driveway slopes down steeply from the carport to street level. He had
the truck backed up the driveway. He pulled the car part way down the
driveway, until the back of the truck was only a little above the
carport. He then found a heavy duty piece of wood that he used as a
ramp to cover the short distance from the carport pad to the truck bed.
We pulled the freezer up into the bed of the truck with minimal effort
and tied it tightly down to the bed of the truck. Husband left the freezer
standing on the hand cart, and put blocks under the wheels of the cart.
Once we got to the dump, we used the same board to make a ramp from
the truck bed to the ground, untied the freezer and pulled it down the
ramp. When the freezer was halfway down the ramp, the wood splintered,
and the freezer came crashing down to the ground.
At that point, the staff took pity on us. They took charge of the
freezer and the splintered wooden ramp. We put the remains of the hand
truck in the back and headed back home.
But what about the basement doors? We so desperately wanted that
freezer out of our lives that we left the house with the basement doors
sitting in the middle of the basement. We finally got the doors back on
and working after midnight.