Longleaf Stories

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The first clue I had that the framers had cracked into the old roof to attach a new wall was when I was almost hit in the head by a flying duck.  The porcelain critter had slid off its wooden base from a shelf above the sink.


In a flash I grabbed a step ladder and began removing dishes from cabinets along the wall where all the commotion was going on. My late mother-in-law would never forgive me if I let her pretty dishes fall off on the floor. I climbed onto the sink to reach the shelf above it from whence the flying duck had fallen, handing down tall old steins to Buck’s waiting arms below. The old turkey platter was vulnerable on it’s stand on the top shelf, so it came down, too.


The noise level was deafening as the guys cut into the roof. Then with a big “heave, ho” three of them pushed the wall framing from where it was lying flat on the concrete up to a standing position, where it will form the exterior wall of the new laundry room and half bath.




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