Cleaning out from under

[Huaco Kid]

When my MIL was moving out of her 13-room farmhouse (where everyone grew up),  the kids were cleaning the house out.

To get to the main door,  you had to go passed the kitchen table,  where grandma was sitting.  Every little single thing they were taking out had to be inspected,  reminisced over,  and put in the "save" pile.

They said they ended up with Uncle Steve with an axe,  busting up furniture,  and throwing everything out an upstairs window, where the grandkids would throw it in the dumpsters.