Before she passed on a few years ago, I was able to collect a number of stories from my mother from her childhood. This is one that she told.
When he was old, Grandfather Newbould would move between the houses of his various kids. He would just show up, and bring along some of his furniture with him. He would move out unexpectedly too. On one occasion the family came home and found that the whole house was empty. Grandad had moved out again, taking all their furniture with him. Nanna Beatty (my mom’s mom) said that she would call the police if he didn’t bring their stuff back, so he told her to take whatever she wanted. (He was probably a little senile and had told the furniture movers to pick up everything.)