In our old house renovation we’re working on our home’s heart.
When I take stuff out–notably old lumber–I hold on to some. It won’t be used to re-build, but over the years I’ve felt there’s something in there, in that tree that grew several lifetimes ago and has sheltered generations, including ours. A story perhaps.
So I collected some old studs and boards from our various projects and waited.
Then, Theresa and I got married.
We took photos, of course. And when they came back–with my bride radiant in her dress, fluttered ever so gently by the ocean breeze passing us like the current of our lives–the story of the old trees told itself.
The lumber used to build our house was rough-sawn (not planed smooth like today’s). And for some reason the carpenters who built this house toe-nailed (drove nails at angles) just about every connection.
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