Wednesday, April 1, 2015


Clearly my dear DIL embraces our British heritage - even to the extent of recreating old English job functions!  But firstly, for those of you not familiar with the historical role of a Knocker-Upper, here is a Wiki synopsis:

A Knocker-Upper was a profession in Britain and Ireland that started during and lasted well into the Industrial Revolution and at least as late as the 1920s (mid 50s in Manchester, England. UK) before alarm clocks were affordable or reliable. A knocker-up's job was to rouse sleeping people so they could get to work on time.  The knocker-up used a truncheon or short, heavy stick to knock on the clients' doors or a long and light stick, often made of bamboo, to reach windows on higher floors. 

So back to this morning and my DIL's infatuation with historic English job functions.  At somewhere around O-Dark-Thirty there was this huge clang on the side of the RV, so much so that the poor old Chinook literally quivered on its tires.  Aroused as I was from a deep slumber I immediately thought I was back home in  earthquake prone California and we were experiencing The Big One.  But no, it was just Jennifer playing Knocker-Upper, however instead of using a light stick she used the basketball hoop that she was trying to move out of the driveway.  Now let me tell you, this is one heavy basketball hoop; a huge base, solid metal upright, heavy-duty wood backboard; yep, heavy, heavy, heavy!  No wonder I thought it was The Big One!

The night before I'd watched in amazement as she moved the hoop into the driveway so the kids could play.  Clambering like a monkey up the pole to create leverage; leaning back like a circus performer her slight not-quite-five-feet form only just overcoming the grounded solidity of its base; she managed, but only barely managed, to secure enough angle that she could drag it on its two built-in casters.  

I can only imagine this morning's repeat performance, and the horror it must have caused, when at last she overcame the hoop's inertia only to then lose control of the beast and have it come crashing down on the corner of our RV!  Fortunately no damage was done apart from a bit of a scuff mark, once again proving what a sturdy chariot we have in our trusty Chinook!

Surely this is now one of those episodes of family history that will be told and retold for generations to come; no doubt at each telling the tale will get ever more dramatic.  Jennifer - thanks for giving us such a delightful story!

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