Okay, that title may be a little misleading but it
accurately portrays how we feel as we assist in moving mountains of missionary
furniture all over most of New Jersey
and even into New York. Now I know why I was always volunteering in
priesthood quorum to help someone move.
It was to get me ready for this.
Actually, in several ways this is much easier than moving
ward members. For one thing, the young elders help us with much of the
heavy lifting. All I have to do is
tremble a bit while carrying a box springs, with some perspiration showing on
my 68 year old brow, and several young elders will come running to my aid. I even had a sister missionary try to take
the box springs away from me once. No
way was that going to happen. I have
standards, you know.
The young elders really are a big help. Recently several of them moved a large and
very heavy desk down three flights of stairs and out and into my trailer. They made a lot of funny noises coming down
the stairs but they made it with no serious bloodshed. I cannot believe the size of some of these
elders! And, they all lift weights!
Each Sunday evening we call Elder & Sister Bailey to
establish our moving plans for the coming week.
They oversee all missionary apartments in the mission, including
acquiring new apartments and giving up ones we no longer need. The mission has about 130 apartments under
lease so it's a big job.
We occasionally help with the hunt for a new apartment which
is an interesting exercise because at first the landlord is happy with the
prospect of renting to this sweet grandparent looking couple, but then we have
to use all of our selling skills as we explain that this apartment is not for
us but rather for a couple of young men who are missionaries and who get
transferred in and out every few months.
We hasten to point out that these young men or women do not smoke,
drink, or party and that we inspect their apartment frequently to ensure they
are keeping it neat and tidy. At this
point, one of two things happen: 1) They don't believe us but they are
desperate so the rent the apartment to us or 2) They don't believe us and they
are not desperate so they don't rent the apartment to us.
Today we helped clean out an apartment that we no longer
need in Rutherford, NJ. Elder Bailey, Elder Shaw, and four young
elders broke down the beds and furniture and hauled everything down and stuffed
it into the truck and trailer.
Meanwhile, Sister Bailey and Sister Shaw cleaned and vacuumed. When we were all finished we took the keys to
the landlord. He came out and
voluntarily went on and on about how wonderful the young missionaries had been
and how glad he was that he had rented to us, etc., etc. I am thinking, "Well, it's nice to
finally be believed."
We have thought about the idea of having our existing
landlords write letters about their experiences with the missionaries. We could then use those letters to help
convince the skeptics that renting to the missionaries is a good idea. So far we have "a stupor of
thought" on this subject. We have
been able to obtain the apartments we need in spite of those who struggle with
truth recognition so why try to convince them?
Maybe someday.
On a typical moving day, we leave our apartment in Nutley
at 8:00 AM and drive the 27 miles to
the LDS stake center in Morristown
where the mission owned truck and trailer are stored in the back parking
lot. And, what a sweet truck it is! Chevy Silverado 4 by 4 with an extended cab,
complete with a massive V8 engine and heavy duty towing package. It reeks of testosterone. Let's just say that with a fully loaded truck
and trailer I have no problem maintaining freeway speed on the steepest grade
in New Jersey. Of course we have to stop a lot for gas.
If we are lucky we arrive at the Morristown
chapel at around 8:45 AM. If we are not lucky, it's more like 9:00 AM or after. The traffic here is completely
unpredictable. We transfer our gear to
the truck, including our lunch, tools, and GPS. I often check my joint with the trailer to
make sure the lights are all working and everything looks secure. I have heard horror stories that I won't
repeat here.
Once I am happy with everything I fire up the engine and log
in to the "TiWi" using my mission issued ID card. The TiWi responds by saying, "Driver
logged in." That's right, the thing
talks to me in a rather gruff male voice that is only slightly less annoying
than Lola, the GPS lady. At least I can
shut Lola up. There is no way to stop
the TiWi guy from saying heartwarming things like, "Check your
speed," and, "Aggressive driving!"
I have been told that if the TiWi guy gets too fed up with
my driving he reports me to Salt Lake,
whereupon my mission president gets a call asking why he has a maniac at the
wheel of a mission vehicle. As far as I
know, that has not happened yet. Either
that or the president told them, "He may be a maniac but he gets the job
done and none of my other MLS missionaries are crazy enough to do it."
I want to just say for the record that I am not a maniac
driver. The "Aggressive
driving" tags I have received so far are completely unfair! New Jersey
roads and highways are smooth the way the surface of the moon is smooth and
it's not just potholes. You can be
driving along at the posted speed limit on a seemingly nice highway and come
upon a short bridge over something below.
As you approach you have no way of knowing that this bridge has been
constructed with an upward arch and there has been no effort to match the
roadway with the arch. In other words,
it's a speed bump! I have learned from
sad experience that these unannounced speed bumps vary in severity depending
upon which lane you are in. For example,
there is one of these booby-trap bridges right over here on route 21. In lane #3 it's not too bad. In lanes #1 and #2 you are going to get some
air at the 55 MPH speed limit.
"Aggressive driving!"
After driving around here for a while you actually begin to
remember where many of the truly breathtaking hazards are located and you can
take evasive action well in advance.
Unfortunately, there are millions more that you have not yet discovered,
some of which can probably be seen from the moon. If you are driving at night you will never
see one of these coming. Wham! "Aggressive driving!"
Even if you are driving during the day and happen to see one
of these craters in advance it will probably be too late. Wham!
"Aggressive driving!"
If you take last second evasive action, also known as a
swerve, and are lucky enough to miss the
pothole you will still get, "Aggressive driving!" The TiWi guy does not like swerving.
Is it okay to hate an inanimate object? I know I am supposed to love God and all of
my brothers and sisters, but what about this computer generated nagger?
As we leave the Morristown
chapel we typically will be headed to an existing missionary apartment that we
are cleaning out or to the storage area to pick up a load of furniture to take
to a new missionary apartment that we are setting up. Depending upon the circumstances, Elder and
Sister Bailey may meet us at Morristown
and will be riding with us or they will meet us at storage or the apartment.
I don't think I want to try describing the 'hood where
storage is located. Let's just say that
our anxiety level about going there is not nearly as high as it used to
be. The accompanying photos should clear
up any misunderstanding.
While my skill at backing up the trailer is good enough in
most circumstances, storage is one place where my confidence completely
fails. It is a narrow, one way street
where cars are typically parked on both sides and the place where the trailer
needs to go is very tight. Fortunately,
Elder Bailey is a trailer backing pro.
Time and again I marvel at his skill as he "threads the
needle." The funny thing is, he
does not like driving the truck and trailer forward. Just backing.
So, we make a great pair. In
fact, until recently he was not even authorized to drive the truck. He only obtained authorization because there
have been some occasions when I could not drive due to other obligations and he
desperately needed to move some furniture.
So, he now drives, but only when I am not available or the circumstances
are such that it does not make sense for me to drive. Even in those cases, when we are finally
together he tries to get me to take over.
I tell him that occasionally I just like to be along for the ride. We make a great team. Elder Bailey is a great man and I enjoy
working with him.
With the trailer backed up to storage we go to work loading
or unloading, with Elders Bailey and Shaw dealing with the large items and
Sisters Bailey and Shaw moving the smaller items. We rarely have help at this location, but we
still have some fight left in us. We
stop and rest occasionally, Another
thing that makes moving missionary furniture easier is that we do not need to
be overly careful. Missionary furniture
is functional and not stylish or cosmetically attractive. In other words, it's not exactly what you
will run across in the temple. Things
rarely match and, of course, we save the best for senior apartments.
The number of missionaries in our mission has been declining
over the last several months due to the fact that we are now on the other side
of the "bubble" created by the age change. This means that we have had to become very
creative in the way we organize the stuff in storage. We finally decided we had to get rid some of
it. Our friendship with Katherine helped
substantially in this effort. Katherine
is a grandmother that spends most of her waking hours sitting on her porch
across the street from storage. She sort
of watches over the 'hood and as such has become familiar with our
operation. She always greets us and we
always return the gesture. So, one day
we asked her if she would like some furniture.
I think we have furnished her entire apartment and those of her family
members and beyond, including the patio chair where she sits on her porch. We figure it can't hurt to have a friend or
two in the 'hood.
But, we had way more stuff than even Katherine and family
could absorb. So, we hauled three loads
to three different LDS church parking lots located in poor areas and invited
members to come take what they wanted.
This worked out very well, mainly because Sister Shaw developed a "round
robin" system that prevented any one person from walking off with the
entire load and at the same time minimized contention that might develop over who got what.
Well, that about explains what the Bailey and Shaw Moving Company
does. It's not very spiritual or
glamorous, but it needs to be done and we are glad to do it. Just please do not ask us to help someone
move for at least a week or two after we return home. Thanks.
Our storage is in the garage and the large room behind the garage. Missionary apartment is next floor up.
To the left of storage.
Katherine's apartment across the street.
To the left of Katherine's apartment.