The Rock

In 1973 we lived in a townhouse here in Columbia, Maryland. Route 175 was under construction and our house was up the hill from the construction site. Everyday chain saws cut down trees and bulldozers dug up ground in preparation for this road that would connect the east and west sides of Columbia.


On one particular day the bulldozers unearthed a rock. No, not just a rock. A spectacular Rock. The most beautiful RockGibralter the world has ever seen.

Jerry fell in love with The Rock. So did Earl, Paul, and Greg. Julie was a baby at the time, unimpressed by The Rock. Jerry and the boys decided The Rock had to become a part of our townhouse’s landscape. They set out to move The Rock.

Taking their cue from the Egyptians and the ancient inhabitants of Easter Island,Unknown they gathered six logs and lay them horizontally side by side in front of The Rock. They tied a rope around The Rock and pulled it onto the makeshift pallet. Easter Island As Jerry pulled the rope over the logs, it was Earl and Paul’s job to run around The Rock, take the freed back log and place it in front of The Rock so Jerry could pull it the few inches onto the new front log. Greg’s job was to sit on The Rock and get in the way.


It was a team effort, with pushes and pulls and lots of grunts and groans. But they made it, and for three years The Rock stood guard at our front door.

Then we moved. And we left The Rock behind. We said our goodbyes and promised to visit. Unbeknownst to the rest of us, Greg made a promise to The Rock. “I’ll be back to get you.”

We loved our big new house,

changes to house

but we missed The Rock. Periodically, we would drive by the townhouse to make sure The Rock was still there. It always was. Waiting.

Two years ago, Greg and his wife bought a house here in Columbia – not far from the townhouse and The Rock.

I went to our old townhouse and knocked on the door. “I would like to buy your Rock, please” I said to the owner when she answered the door.

She blinked. “What?”

“My family and I used to live here. We love The Rock. May I buy it, please?”

She had no attachment to The Rock and was willing to sell.

I went home, picked up a small rock from my front yard, wrapped it in the Washington Post Sunday’s funny papers, and put a bow on it. I drove to Greg and Sheryl’s house.

“This is your housewarming present,” I said to Greg as I handed him the funny-papers-wrapped rock.

Greg opened it. “It’s a rock.”

Sheryl was first to catch on: “It’s THE Rock,” she said.

“Really?” Greg said. “You got The Rock?”

“Yes,” I said. “I got The Rock.”

Then came the moving process. I had planned to use the services of a local stone company. Greg wasn’t having any of that. Now that he owned The Rock, it had to be in front of his house. Now! That Day!

He called his best buddies, Chris and Aaron, and they met at the townhouse. They gazed at The Rock.

“That’s a big Rock,” Chris said.

“Sure is,” Aaron said.

They gave it a push. It didn’t move.

“Sure is a big Rock,” Chris said.

rock on dolly

Greg has a dolly he uses for his circus equipment. The three of them managed to roll The Rock onto the dolly and roll the dolly with The Rock to the back of Greg’s station wagon.

Chris Aaron rock on dolly.JPG

That wasn’t too bad. But then came the real challenge: how to get the dolly and The Rock from the ground into the car.

rock by car They pulled on the dolly.

The dolly didn’t move.

They pushed from the front and pulled from the back.

The dolly still didn’t move.

They gathered around the dolly, their hands planted underneath. “1-2-3-Lift!”

It didn’t budge.

Tried again: “1-2-3-Lift!”


They sat around The Rock and the dolly discussing their options.

Could they put a chain around The Rock and haul it into the car?

(How do you put a chain around a lopsided Rock?)

Could they tie the dolly to the bumper and pull it the three miles to Greg and Sheryl’s house.

(The dolly would never make it.)

Could they put it into a wagon and pull it the three miles to Greg and Sheryl’s house?

(How could they lift it into the wagon?)

Could they put a rope around The Rock and drag it the three miles to Greg and Sheryl’s house?

(No way Greg was going to take a chance on harm coming to his precious Rock.)

rock on ramp

The owner of the house came up with the solution. He had a long, strong board they could use as a ramp. Perfect. And it only took an hour or so to roll the dolly and The Rock up the improvised ramp and into the car.

rock in car

With a sad wave, the townhouse owners bid goodbye to The Rock and Greg drove it to its new home.

Now they had to get The Rock out of the car. At least now they had gravity on their side. They used the ramp to roll The Rock and the dolly out of the car and to the ground. But The Rock took a detour and trapped Greg’s left arm against the side of the station wagon’s back door.

Chris and Aaron didn’t realize Greg’s predicament until they noticed his mouth opened in a silent scream. Without speaking, Greg pointed to his arm with a frantic right hand. Chris and Aaron managed to unlodge Greg’s arm. Big bruise, but no broken bones.

Greg and me

They got The Rock out of the car and rolled it into place. Tears in our eyes, Greg and I embraced, remembering that wonderful day so many years ago when The Rock first became part of our family.

Greg Aaron Chris Sheryl on rock
L to R: Aaron, Greg, Sheryl, Chris




Hail to rock.JPG

And so The Rock stands guard at Greg’s house, just as it did at our townhouse.

Greg on rock

It truly is a remarkable Rock.

rock alone



16 thoughts on “The Rock”

  1. I love that there is always a story of the May’s that I’ve never heard before!! Love the pic of the family in ’73!

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