So, the day has arrived, almost.
The jumbo house is hogging the pavement.
At dawn tomorrow, the church parsonage house across the street from my own abode moves once again, its third relocation.
The move was supposed to happen LAST summer, somewhere around July 4. But complications arose at the destination site, mostly I believe, the addition of a basement, which took time for permits, construction, etc.
So, today, I gathered up my things for the short drive to work, and came to an abrupt halt on my driveway.
THERE’S A HOUSE IN MY STREET!
It was a jaw-dropping moment. The house is large to begin with, but hoisted onto lift gear, it rose from the street like something out of a cartoon.
She moved with barely a sound, or so it seemed.
I was expecting to wake up (reluctantly) at the crack o’ sunshine tomorrow and watch the house move from its former foundation to the street, then down into Old Towne toward its new home. Not so. Those sneaky house movers got the massive building onto pavement … and I didn’t even hear it! But for the sound of large machines and the general chaos of construction, I was oblivious to the monumental moment. Darn.
I quickly threw my things into the car and snatched up my point-and-shoot and jogged out to capture the scene. Now, ain’t that something?
If you want to read more about the house and the plans for it by the new owners, check out the story we wrote at The Register here.
The neighbors on Pine Street have been waiting for the big day. We had plans to get out our lawn chairs and watch the show. But it seems the best part of the show might be over. Tomorrow, I still want to see it leave our block. What an interesting moment that will be. From Pine Street the house will move west through our Old Towne Plaza. I suspect the folks of Orange will line the streets to watch the old lady move … again.
I had visions of the wicked witch, squashed somewhere underneath.
That is really cool. I wish I could see it in person.