Well, before we continue the destruction, we need to get to Pie Day at the Village Inn. If you’ll go back to Feb 13, you know that Wednesday is Pie Day at a local restaurant in Fort Dodge, the Village Inn. We had such a super time 2 weeks ago that we decided to repeat it. We called Barb, Lug’s ‘friend’, invited her to accompany us and at 8:45 we were in our chairs, eating breakfast. Then we learned that today the ‘big boss’ was here and they couldn’t pass out their pies until 10:00. Last time we had them by 9:30 and were heading out the door. But, the conversation was fine and we had the time so we all sat, drank coffee and waited until 10:00. Interestingly enough, there were people there who only ordered the pie to go with their coffee. I can only hope that they stop at Village Inn at some other times and actually order a meal.
Then the time came for the destruction to continue. Gary had taken apart the 15’ long restaurant counter on Monday
and Tuesday and finished Tuesday by attacking the fiberglass fireplace with his trusty saws-all. Look at that action stance.
Then it was the heavy black bookshelf built to last with at least 12 nails in each of the 6 shelves to hold them in (he’s never seen so many nails and now knows why it was so heavy). Gary used this bookshelf all though school and he had to wipe a tear from his eye as he loosened the last nail.
Today, it is time for the organ in the living room
and the old-as-dirt, heavy-as-sin steel desk in the basement. The organ went fairly easily since it was wood. The steel desk was another story. Gary finally had to turn it upside down to get inside it to get at the bolts holding it in place. They sure knew how to make them back then.
Meanwhile I helped Gary and also cleaned up but also made two more trips to Goodwill and another trip to the recycling area. I’m becoming quite familiar with the Fort Dodge recycling bins.
Finally, we’ve got all the things we are going to put into the dumpsters ready to go. We are amazed and stunned at all that was here in this one home. Here is a picture of the pile in the basement - before we added the counter, the desk and the black bookcase.
We figure it will take one of those large (4’ x7’ 20’) dumpsters to cart it all away. And - if you’re reading between the lines - you’ll realize that it is in the basement and you’ll be glad that you’re no where near here when we have to bring it all up.
There is an equally large pile in the garage which will take another large dumpster. Off-da. Obviously, Gary’s father was a child of the depression and saved everything, from the large broken organ in the living room to the 4” piece of wood in his garage. Everything will eventually have a use. And, I will admit, that he made use of many small scraps of lumber, pipe and tubing that he had. For example: you know how metal hangers sag in the middle when you put something heavy on them, right? Well, Lug taped a pencil to the middle of the hanger using masking tape and/or duct tape at each end of the pencil. Made it much stronger.