I got a call tonight from my mother, she calls and we talk a bit now and then. I don't call her. Well before my grandmother passed in May she had promised me these wardrobes in the bedrooms that a family friend had built. When the family pretty much asked me to leave before they cleaned out her house I did get the few other things she had promised me. The news my mother JUST had to tell me was that they sold her house last week. I had talked to my uncle about these wardrobes quite awhile back. He wasn't sure they could be dismantled and removed. DH had looked at them and said he could do it. Was told that for the house to sell it had to have closets. We offered to come down remove the wardrobes and build some closets in the 3 bedrooms. Was told they would let us know. Guess not. To even rub some salt into that wound my mother took great delight in telling me that the guy who bought it was a known hoarder. Just what I wanted to know. I feel like crying because I remember going into those wardrobes to get grandpa his hat or some other thing that grandma had wanted. asked if we could just get the measurements of the wardrobes, nope house is sold and gone too bad.