My Dear Old Daddy, whi I lost just a couple years back loved to mess with lumber.
When he retired from being a union bricklayer at age 62 he bought a band saw mill and a small kiln.
He then started cutting anything he could get his hands on, for about 12 or 15 years.
One of the things we cut out was the log house I now live in.
Along with most of the trim, a set of spiral stairs, and more stuff than I can remember.
I was really blessed to have such a Daddy. I miss him every day.
He had a stoke and we took care of him at his home for about 3 1/2 years, my Brothers and I and our wives staying with him and Mom 24-7.
About the time he passed Mom was so bad with Parkinson's we just kept on staying with her and still are.
That's why I have so much time to get on this web site, when I'm there with her.
Anyway, we still have a little lumber left that he cut and dried. Some more cherry boards as well as oak a very little walnut and hemlock.
Thats what I have piled up on top the planks I cut 2 1/2 years back.
I am reluctant to get rid of the stuff thats left that he cut and dried, there might only be a pick up truck load or two.
I gathered it all together about the time I cut those cherry planks.
He had sold his band saw, and the kiln enclosure went bad. I gave the mechanism of the kiln to a family friend but he never got it set back up.
Thanks fer reading about my Dad. I am 64 and I still can't ever seem to get him out of my head.
Regards to all