Wendy arrives for dirty work.To compound the challenge and augment the effort required, there’s a very unsightly shed located right beside the house. I remember years ago my friend David teased Howard, chiding him about the imposing structure. “What is this Howard? The packing crate your boat came in?” Not only has this shed, and another one beside it that we tore down two years ago totally blocked the gorgeous view of the river for around 50 years; it has I’m sure, also been the brunt of the neighbors’ comments for just as many years. Needless to say they would not miss its prominent place in their backyard views of the river panorama.
A view from the neighbor's yard.Wendy’s brother Brad and his son
Stripping the shed.The building; emptied of its museum vintage collection of things “too good to throw away” and “could come in handy some day” now stood precariously. Since it was stripped of its cladding and braces it had no integrity left to support the ton or so of joists, plywood, tar paper and corrugated tin that was its roof. There it stood impossibly, defiantly. The roof suspended twelve feet in thin air, the structure swayed slightly like a boxer sways right after the knock-out punch, just before the fall.
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Goodbye old shack! Tearing down is certainly quicker than building.In a new pile, beside the “treasures”, we placed old, rotting building materials including tar paper, corrugated steel and fiberglass panels, two by fours and sixes and chewed plywood full of bugs and mice pellets. Moldy tarpaulins and cans of paint and lubricants of all types complemented the heap. Nails and screws both from the inventory within and also extracted from the building itself littered the ground.
Neat stuff and garbage share the driveway.Throughout the day Sunday a community spirit evolved as Wendy's other brother Doug and son Dougie came by to assist. Wendy displayed racks of Howard's extensive quantity of clothing and was thrilled to see that most of the garments found new owners within the family. My son Tim and
Trying on clothes.All this week, Wendy has been up before six, heading over with son Tim to work at the task of packaging up the rest of the items in the house. I usually go over later to help with the carrying but its not really my place to make the decisions and Wendy really does work well alone.


























