On Tuesday, the contractor who'd agreed to help us resurrect the old farmhouse, arrived to take a look at our work. Joe and I had spent Mud Bowl Weekend, preparing the site so that the broken, rotted boards and the trash from the floor removal was out of the way, allowing the contractor to make a closer inspection of the challenge ahead. He brought his wife along and she and I immediately hit it off. She's a lovely woman, one who has spent the last 24 years of her life homeschooling their seven sons. She homesteads, raising as much on their land as possible. So we chatted about gardening, and raising chickens and goats. We chatted about old houses and our preference to see the relics restored to decent living homes, rather than left to decay. And she asked about my overalls. Before they left, she had accepted a pair of the capri length overalls that had been included in my "10 pair lot" eBay purchase last year. It seems she has been having trouble finding them in the thrift stores anymore.
After examining the house, the contractor was confident he could tackle the job. We agreed he'd begin work Friday morning, after the "snow event," predicted for Wednesday, had the opportunity to clear out of the area. Finally, finally, the old farmhouse was going to be moving toward a new set of beams and joists, with new piers supporting her, and with the ultimate goal of a sound and relatively level floor.....
Friday morning I heard the light knock on the garage side door. On a conference call for work, earphone in my ear, I ran down the steps to meet him. When I opened the door, he held out a box. In the box were two quart jars of homemade soup, a loaf of homemade bread and a copy of Countryside magazine. He explained that the box contained his lunch, prepared by his wife, and that he was to share it with us! While the guys got to work on the digging of holes for cement, and the removal of even more rotten wood, I returned to my work, in the quiet of the garage apartment office.
|Getting to Work|
|Old boards from House|
|Jack Supporting Failed Beam|
|Digging Holes for Cement Water Filling From Tree Roots|
|Bags of Cement on Front Porch|
|Mixing Cement and Filling Holes|
|Old Brick from Failed Piers|
|Pouring Cement in the Holes|
|Old Timbers from the House|
|Beautiful Home of Another Victim of Foreclosure|
|Sunset Started as We Were Leaving Our|
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