Moving Day



I wanted a corn crib. I located, bought and paid for one.  It was mine!  OK, now what do I do? How do I re-located the crib from its more than 85-year location – on an old dairy farm – thirty miles away?  It would never become the envisioned sanctuary I was looking for unless it was moved to my home.

I had to act And I had to change my way of thinking. If I did not take action – and I mean enthusiastic positive action – my corn crib would be labeled one more unwanted inconvenient chore.  I learned more than how to move a corn crib from this adventure.

The crib was old and sturdy. Maybe I was viewing the sturdiness as the crib’s character vs. its strength.  Yet it was fragile.  Let’s face it, I wanted the original look and the rust.  No new shiny bolts or patched damage from a move.  Anxiety and potential catastrophe were creeping into my thoughts and that way of thinking had to GO!  During the moving process I conjured my best acting and my role as cheerleader for the team.   In the process, my attitude and behavior where moving toward the positive as I envisioned the crib in its new home.  The old thinking faded and the new determined goal took its place.

It is a challenging mission to move an 85-year-old sixteen by thirteen-foot wire structure, especially when I did not know how the corn crib would tolerate the move. By this point, the move and the success created anxiety, but no longer was there doubt.  This was not foolish. This was about a good and exciting change.

The crib could not be moved in one piece. The thin, weather-worn roof needed to be removed and transported separately.  Dismantling the cage was not in the equation.  Age and rusted bolts prohibited taking the cage apart.  Decades in the weather had rusted and worn the bottom vertical cage wires to spikes that needed to be cut off.  Working evenings and weekends for a month we prepared for the move.  We knew transporting was going to be the major challenge.


Moving Day! The roof was loaded on a trailer and transported slowly home.  A temporary nesting structure was built to support the roof until positioned on the newly installed cage.  Straps were placed to keep the roof safe and secure from unexpected high winds.  A twisted damaged roof would ruin all my plans.

The cage was another challenge. In its thirteen-foot-wide by sixteen-foot-tall round state, it was too tall, even on its side to travel the local roads.  There was a risk of hitting telephone and electric wires, not to mention receiving a hefty ticket from our good friends the county sheriff or the highway patrol.  The round cage needed to be made oval and lowered for transport.  Lumber and strapping were used to gradually move the round shape to oval.

We were ready to roll complete with a slow moving vehicle sign on the back of the trailer. Everything was going well.  We took back country roads.  I was in the chase vehicle.  Only problem, I did not realize that the local villages were having their annual yard sale.  Many people staring and finger pointing asking, “what’s that” …” it’s a corn crib” …” why would anyone move a corn crib?”.

Taking a breath, the corn crib was home. The cage arrived home and was parked beside the roof.  In the future I will share some of the work to make it one-piece again.

What I learned…I could make a change and be an active participant. I envisioned what I wanted to happen and permitted myself to act on my willpower.  Motivated to take positive action lead to a positive attitude.  And I gave myself permission to change, to go out on a limb and do something different.  I was in control and I was determined how and when to change.  I used this power of change with the crib and later to changing career paths.  It worked!

The road to success is always under construction. ~Lily Tomlin

What would you like to change? Can you see it?  Changing my thinking put me on the right path for even something as unique as moving a corn crib.  Change is always stimulating and a thought-provoking adventure.

The best, June



Original site of the corn crib.


Preparing to move the corn crib.


The corn crib finding its home.


The underside of the corn crib roof.     

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