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My Great-Grandmother, or my mom's mother's mother, died last December. Since then her children (my grandmother and her siblings) have been working to get everything ready for auction. They've gone through all the paper work and all the legal papers. Now all that needs to be done is the emptying of her house, which also goes to auction. The date was determined to be on the tenth of April. Saturday, there goes my beauty sleep. My mom informed me on Friday that I would be needed to haul things out of my Great-Grandmother's house. She said that everyone that is going to be up there really shouldn't be lifting anything heavy and I was "young and able" or something to that measure, so I was volunteered. I knew I would be needed and despite my want for sleep and dislike of riding for four hours, I went without complaining. Four hours later, we arrived at the farm. Yes, the farm. Sweet, sweet cow fumes. Thankfully the house was up on a hill and it was windy, so the smell wasn't too bad. We arrived and my grandmother and her siblings went into the house to finish some paper work. I was sent to the basement to haul. I took up a recliner, rocking chair, fire-proof safe, filing cabinet, three tables, seven lamps, four mirrors, and two dehumidifiers. At the end of the day "we" had everything out of the basement and most of the things out of the house. I even found some arrowheads (they were my payment). We finally finished and headed home. My Great-Aunt arrived just before we left and decided we did everything wrong. My Grandfather told her she could do what she wanted with it, because we were going home. He was the hero of the day. This is my story as "Donkey Boy".
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