
I am just finishing up roofing the back room. Today I ripped off two layers of old shingles, and while doing that, happened to see these calculations in pencil on the original roof boards. (You may have to click on the image to enlarge it in order to see the writing.) The house was built around 1910 or 1920, I believe, but the small back room was added on later - perhaps in the 1950's. So here I was, face to face, so to speak, with the carpenters who built the back room. It is hard to explain the feeling exactly, but I loved the connection, such as it is, between someone who built this, and me, who is rebuilding part of it, sort of, all these years later. There is a wonderful Robert Frost poem, titled "The Tuft of Flowers." I will let you read it on your own, but the key line is: "Men work together, I told him from the start, whether they work together or apart."