Deconstruction, House and Acreage Restoration

Lathe and Plaster Strike Back

Remember my aching hands and the whole fiasco of lathe?

Lathe was ready to make a comeback, just like the Death Star.

After filling in the basement hole, new work on the house had to begin. Part of that was to remove the old 1900 sheathing from where the addition and the original house connect. This would have been done during the 1960s remodel, had the person doing the remodel done this the correct way. But, as we have known from the beginning, this remodel was done in a hasty way.

What they had done was just drywalled (and blue boarded) right over the sheathing and even the original siding of the house.

Inside walls do not need sheathing, it just makes the walls thicker, so it was time to take that old sheathing down.

Here is what it looked like before:

Sheathing on the addition part of the house.
Sheathing on the addition part of the house.

Where the addition connects, the sheathing had to go. The doorway into the main part of the house is also going to move to be on the west end of the addition. These old panels of wood are, for the most part, in excellent condition. And super tough. The nails did not want to come out.

My mom and I worked on this part of the project and it took a few hours to complete, despite not being that much wood to rip off. We used the giant crowbar, the five pound hammer, a regular hammer, the tiny crowbar and the straight bar. The nails were red with rust and I spent much of the time thinking about how crazy it was to be taking wood and nails out that are 114 years old.

When we finished the the wall looked like this:

Wall without sheathing.
Wall without sheathing.

However, this was not before, I found the last remaining plaster and the lathe behind the sheathing (which was still there because the craziness that is the steps and that structure that is holding it up). So, I grabbed the hammer and knocked the plaster down and went for the straight bar to remove the last lathe. When, somehow, I managed to pull hard enough to knock my chin and neck on a piece of wood in the ceiling. There was a dent and a sore neck for hours. My throat still feels as though someone had me in a choke-hold (I think that is how this would feel anyway, I’ve never been in a choke hold).

I guess the lathe got the last laugh. Not to mention my aching hands  and my inability to put my rings on again.

However, the lathe has only won the battle, not the war. There is a tiny bit left underneath this top part of the stairs (that, once again, will not be accessed until better bracing and support happens as it is helping to hold the stairs up). And, fight as it may, none of it will remain in the Pedersen house. Your days are numbered lathe……

Spot where I knocked my chin and neck on the beams in the ceiling trying to remove the final lathe and plaster.
Spot where I knocked my chin and neck on the beams in the ceiling trying to remove the final lathe and plaster.


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