Home Improvement, Part 1
It's been a busy time at our house in the area of home repair, with changes almost as big as those described in the first chapters of Genesis.
Most of these changes are thanks to Illinois Boy, also known as our youngest sonHe is youthful and full of go, so when he recently found himself with time off between construction jobs, he decided to do some volunteer work for an older coupleSpecifically, he came home to tackle various one-of-these-days tasks on my honey-do list.
The first thing he took on was to convert our centenarian granary into a garden shed.
Our lawn mower had been sleeping in our rickety old garageSaid garage was of undetermined age, but had the number "1918" stenciled above its doorMy guess is that number ether referred to the year it was built or its original price tag of $19.18.
In any case, the ramshackle garage was literally falling down around the mowerFinding a rake or a shovel in there was like wading into the wreckage left by a hurricane.
I was thinking about replacing the decrepit garage with a new prefab garden shedBut Illinois Boy pointed out that our aged granary would house the mower quite nicely with room leftover for rakes, hoes, hose, and so on.
I was skeptical, but told him to see what he could doHe soon had the granary all cleaned out, had removed its wooden partitions, and was well on his way to transforming the erstwhile grain depot into a lawn mower Taj Mahal.
An issue that needed to be addressed early on involved elevation, as the granary's floor is a step higher than the surrounding terrainI was in favor of building a wooden ramp, but Illinois Boy had a better idea: rocks.
A stone ramp, he insisted, would not just be cheaper to build, it would also last longer than anything made of woodIt was hard to argue with the longevity part given the fact that the stones on our farm have been around for about a million yearsIn other words, our rocks are nearly as old as the Rolling Stones.
So one Saturday we set to building a stone ramp, even though we had no experience in the art of stonemasonryOur theory was: you simply stack the stones and slap some mortar between themHow hard can it be?
Hard as rocks, it turns outWe both quickly acquired a new level of respect for stonemasons.
Building with stone, we discovered, is quite taxing on the musculoskeletal systemThere's no drive-through where you can pick up a rock structure quickly and for a nominal feeAching muscles and joints are the price of do-it-yourself stonework.
Stonemasonry is much more difficult mentally than one might thinkYou find yourself pondering if this rock will fit into that void and begin to hold flat-sided stones in very high esteem.
Many of the rocks we used were picked and piled by meSome were put into the pile by this farm's previous owners: my grandfather, and before him, my great-grandfatherWe all cursed those stones as we picked them and certainly didn't expect to handle them ever again