A Rebirth

A year ago this month our hard-working, beloved old high-sided trailer suffered a terrible indignity during a bad wind storm.

This piece of equipment was old when hubby's Uncle George gave it to us shortly after we were married 47 years ago. We've rebuilt it twice and I cannot begin to tell you how much we've used it and everything that's been hauled in it. When we went out to survey the damage the morning after the storm and came upon the above scene, it almost felt like we'd lost a member of the family.

After checking out the damage, we thought it wasn't salvageable. But during the time since the tree whomped down on it, every now and then one of the "men folk" seeing it parked in an out of the way place on the property would walk around it, get down on hands and knees to take a peek underneath and say he thought the frame wasn't too badly damaged and maybe it could be saved. So we rethought our decision to junk it and decided to give a go at rebuilding it.

A couple of weeks ago when family was visiting from California, our nephew-in-law, B, told hubby he wanted to help get started on taking off the sides and damaged metal. They got a good bit done before B left to go home. (What was I doing that afternoon? I failed to get a picture, but I sure wish I had.)

Last Saturday good friend J stopped by, apparently couldn't stand to see the job half done, and insisted on helping finish the deconstruction.

And go at it, they did.

A few cold beers later, and almost finished.

All ready to go to the local body shop to have the frame straightened.

This morning hubby delivered the skeleton trailer to the shop at 8 A.M. and tonight we got a call saying he could pick it up tomorrow morning.

Now some welding on of new supports, building a new floor and sides and we'll be back in business again. Whoopee! We have missed having that trailer more than you could imagine.