Opening a Can of Worms…

I know this is generally a blog dedicated to the joys of quilting, but at this point in time I’m going to digress a bit. You may have thought when reading the title that I was going to discuss the great book written several years ago by Debbie Caffrey, but I’m not. I’m going to fill you in on what’s been going on around here with regards to our house, which is where our quilt shop currently resides on the first floor, and part of the reason I’ve not posted anything the past several months.

If you’ve taken a look at our Facebook page in the past couple of months you will have seen a photo or two that I posted when the workmen were addressing the porches on the front of the house. What I’ve not shown yet is where this all began. Since the best place to begin any story is at the beginning, let’s do just that. At this point, you might want to get your favorite beverage in hand and find a very comfortable seat. I’ll try not to get wordy, but you know me…

In the beginning, we contracted with Wes, the foreman, Nathanael, our son, and Billy, the third man of their team, to repair and paint four windows on the east side of the house and replace handrails and spindles on the porch rails of the upperPic-House and lower porches on the front of the house. I’ll refer to these three men as “the guys” from hereon out. Seemed like a relatively small job that shouldn’t have take more than two or three weeks. You know the old saying though, “The best laid plans of mice and men.” Well, so much for our plans. Here is a before photo of our house with said porches.

The east section to be worked on is the oldest part of the house, it is also the outside wall of our dining room to be exact in case you’ve been here and need a reference point. We do not have a definite date as to when the house was built, but Rick did trace the buying and selling back to a sale in 1860 before he ran out of time and the courthouse closed for the day. So, we’ve always said that the house had to be here in the 1850’s for it to be sold in 1860, but it could be older still based on other houses in and around town. While saying it was here in the 1850’s makes sense, it isn’t terribly accurate for those with an historical bent for facts. Anyhow, all the guys were expected to do was repair the window sills, which definitely needed some help, and then paint the windows, two up and two down, on either side of the chimney (we’ll discuss that feature later). It didn’t look like all that much work to me, but then Rick says I over simplify things, which is always a no-no to the mind of an engineer.


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