Ann asked me if I would post this months ago, so here I am right on time. Grandpa made this for us and Grandma called Mom and told her to send Ann and me up the house. We had no idea what the surprise was until we got there. I do remember how delighted Grandpa was when he gave it to us. We pushed it out of the yard and started down the hill when the wheels wouldn't turn anymore. We tried dragging it but it was just too much work. We were afraid to take it back to Grandpa so one of us high tailed home and told Dad, he brought the old Ford truck up and loaded on to take home. He got the wheels loosened up for us and the history begins. I'm going to jump to when Ann and Paul brought it east with them and later brought it to Boston. (NY for those of you that don't know.) I used it for years in my office to hold rolls of blue prints until it just took up too much room. It's still solid except for the back leg needs to be welded which I will get around to this summer.