When the house was acquired I would have love'd to put the old kitchen sink "under glass" because it was like a piece of folk art. But that old issue of water damage had other ideas. One day I noticed the soap stone sink had sunk a bit in the back. After investigation I discovered that the support that held the soapstone sink in place had rotted out as a result of damage from a leaking pipe. It was decided the rot was too bad and the sink had to come out. With little coaxing,
Part of the draw of the Palmer Farm was the vintage pantry. Of course when the house was sold all the Loveless great antiques were removed so that part of the charm disappeared. An examination of the water damage to the pantry area (it sits beneath the old bathroom) revealed great damage. The more I explored, the more damage I found. Water rotted beams, mold, other issues required the complete dismantling of the pantry. The pantry was carefully dismantled and will be rebuilt
I'm down to one working bathtub at Tangledweed so I tend to bathe at night and have foregone shaving. I can't decide if I look like an old time biblical character or a homeless man. Anyway the other night I took a bath but forgot to pull the plug. Next morning I realized my error and pulled the stopper and went down to work. Walking out the door I was greeted by a lovely fountain of dirty bath water. I stopped for a moment, looked at it, and walked on. There's work to be done
The little side porch has been a bit of an eyesore since, well, forever. Since Rick already has about a dozen projects going, why not one more, right? So he attacked the side porch while I spent the day picking up the new-old kitchen. Jack up the post, replace the deck and it'll be good as new (in theory). Ever notice that poor Rick is always stooped over, doing something? The man never stops. April 18th is Rick's birthday. Happy Birthday, Rick!
Well it turned out that getting it off was far easier than getting it up. I'm talking about the sink here, people, pay attention. I backed the U-haul up to the French doors in the back of the summer kitchen and, after struggling with the ice box, Rick and I slid the sink off its perch and, with the use of rollers. rolled the beast into the kitchen space. It all went very smoothly, considering the battle to load the thing in New York. Two highly paid supervisors keep watch of
Quite possibly the single heaviest sink you'll ever see. No idea how much this beast weighs but it is 12'6" long and heavy as hell. Needed four men to put it into the truck but I knew there would be just Rick and myself to unload it in Stockbridge. Add to the fact that the piece was somewhat buried in the storage shed and the challenge becomes obvious. Please note that I had a full head of hair when this move began but had ripped out huge chunks struggling with the damn sink
I rented a U-haul truck in Oneonta and headed to the architectural salvage yard on April 14 to pick up my kitchen. What a fascinating place and how good that the owner saved all these wonderful architectural items from destruction. I loaded up the dozens of pieces of the kitchen into the truck and struggled with an antique warming oven. Not sure what to do with that beast. But there were two pieces I knew I could never handle alone: The 150" long German silver sink and an inc
A new kitchen in an old house just felt wrong to me. So after much hunting and negotiating, this 1908 kitchen, removed for a Manhattan mansion, was located and purchased from New York Salvage of Oneonta, NY. See the next post for the moving of the kitchen.