Built To Last (and make me cuss)

I’ve blogged before about the house we are “re-doing”.   There’s nothing fancy to say about it.  We are literally just re-doing it.   I am not a carptenter, a contractor, or a builder of any kind.  But I would have to be a total dufus to not notice the difference between construction in 1950 and 2010.

I have purchased drywall and helped install it, hang it, whatever the term is.  So when we were getting ready to tear out some 1950 drywall I thought I knew what was going on and about to happen.  Tear it out, put up the new wall.  Well the folks from 1950 had absolutely NO intention of these walls ever being redesigned.   There is concrete in those walls.   That, is the God’s honest truth.   My interior walls have concrete in them.   So I shouldn’t have been surprised when we went on to the next project.

We wanted to build a wall unit of bookshelves.  Books are very important to me.  I love them.  So husband and I get all of our materials.  We cut, preassemble to make sure it is what we want.  Take it apart, stain it.  Carry it in to the house.   All of this taking many days to accomplish.  But we were patient.  Careful.   Then we realize we have to take off the trim, the baseboard trim or the unit would be gapped and not solidly built to the walls.   So while husband prepares an electrical outlet or two I take the simple job of removing the trim.

I will leave out all of the cussing that ensued.

Because there was a lot of it.

Easily enough I removed the quarter round.  The little rounded piece at the base of the big base piece.  No real problems.   Then I start on the baseboard.  Before I could get to the construction removal I had to chisel through decades of stain and varnish.  Once that was accomplished I start to pry with my handy little prying tool.

I pried.  I pried.   I tried.

To cut this painful description short we damaged walls.  We left gaps in our new floor.  And we got the trim out of the concrete walls and pulled the 3 inch nails out to do it.

The trim was solid wood.  The nails were spikes.  And they were embedded in concrete walls.

We had no desire to impede upon the builders of 1950 skill and ruin their masterpiece.  We thought we would just add the shelving to an already solid little house.   No harm, right?

I am sure some builder somewhere is cursing my cursing.

I appreciate the solidity of my little house.

I do think three inch spikes were over kill.