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fence complete!

April 3, 2014

back on March 8, 2014

It’s been a long time since we started this project, since last Memorial Day weekend in fact, but now it is DONE! yes, your heard right, the pickets have been carefully removed and picked over (smack-tested in fact), sanded, new ones made out of cypress (“replace in kind,” getting the original bois d’arc is another matter), the post holes dug, the frame built, gates built (btw – new gate on the south side of the front yard!) pickets painted, the frame painted (thanks to some local painters on that last one) and finally, FINALLY, putting the pickets up and completing the fence.

BUT WE DID IT!

complete!
Look at that fence! —and those fine old bois d’arc posts (c. 1901)

UntitledThe final day was a mess of people, as has been the norm, additional Mitchells (J’s family from Louisville) showed up and true to fashion pitched in, Mom had barbecue from the Shell for us, homemade cole slaw, and clementines. We worked down the fence in 2 teams of 3 with a nail gun apiece, one to hand off the correct picket (long-shorts or short-shorts, long-longs or or short-longs, or maybe even really short shorts, these things were important!), someone to hold it against the fence and someone with a strong arm to operate the nail gun. One team was faster, I won’t say which, and our fearless leader J went about finished the gates which are several and very spiffy, that is to say, wonderfully operable. Yes, we are pleased with our fence.

team

Next step (oh yes, there is always a next step, no time for sitting on the porch yet guys — oh wait, what porch? or is that another story?). Next step: build the wire fence around the orchard side and blockade the rear so that our Bella cannot run [too] free!!

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part way there

April 3, 2014

in October 2013

frame up, pickets and frame awaiting a coat of paint!

Sunshine

ok, I should’ve posted this in, what, October?
pretend i did?

September 4, 2013

frame up

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know your pickets

August 30, 2013

What is a fence? it is utilitarian, keep kids in and animals out, a rabbit board for instance, like our picket fence has touches the ground all around so that rabbits cannot get into the yard. Whether this was ever successful I don’t know, but most of our rabbits live in the hedge now, just inside the fence, and give us no trouble. Most importantly for a decorative picket fence like Sunshine’s, is that it ties together the domestic scene. As Dad wrote in one of the booklets, “it competes with the house for the viewers attention” and “delineates the main entrance (with two gate posts), the front yard, the flower gardens on either side of the house and backyard…” It was the longest picket fence in Noxubee County, measuring (as we recently did) 100 ft across the front, 180 ft down the South side (by the driveway), and another 120 ft of pickets on the orchard side. The backyard is, and probably always has been an easier to maintain wire fence.

front

How do you rebuild a fence? On the verge of starting the fence project Uncle J fessed up that he’d been part of the team (in ’69 or ’70, anyway, he was still in high school and able to the be recruited for little or no compensation). Turns out we are doing it 2013 the very same way they did it back then, which make us feel a little relieved, like surely we’ll be spared the wrath of the grandmother for doing something as drastic as taking the fence down to the ground! After dismantling, we are rebuilding the frame from new wood but we have salvaged all the pickets we can, have sanded them and will prime and paint them and put the back up. Old pickets are historic pickets which we like so those will go across the front first, then newer pickets down the driveway side. Back in ’69/’70 they made the opposite decision and put the old pickets along the most hidden side, by the orchard, and that is where we found most of the most historic pickets. Hand-cut pyramids grace the tops of pickets that were the original true 2″ width instead of the now standard 1 1/2″ (or 1 3/4″?). In between (years or just flukes of the earlier craftsmen?) some narrower 1 1/2″ pickets also have pyramids and few c. 1969 have perfectly cut pyramid tops that we all suspect are Dad’s work.

pickets-illustration

And guess what? those oldest pickets, worn as they maybe on the exterior, are much harder wood—bois d’arc (bodark) or cedar—and passed our “smack test” far more often than the c. 1969 pickets which were not even on the damp, vine-covered, orchard side of the yard. We shouldn’t be surprised by the superiority of 100-year-old building materials compared with those of the last 50 years, but we always are.

nail saga

August 27, 2013

lined upguest post 2. The fence would still look like this (oops, i mean this) if it weren’t for J, who took up the call to fence-build without even being asked. He’s measured and counted and planned, sourced cypress pickets and had them cut to order, bought sanders and invented devices to speed the sanding of old pickets, and he’s organized all of us in the process. Yes indeed, he’s come a long way from his formative years in new york, but that’s a whole different story, for now here’s a glimpse into his world today, sourcing stainless steel nails for framing up the fence, this weekend’s project:

I’ll spare the details, but suffice it to say after numerous calls: 1) unlikely I can get stainless steel nails in hand by Friday, and 2) I have been advised by two knowledgeable, disinterested gentlemen, the second one is with Follen, that hot dipped galvanized, covered with paint, is as good. The first guy, with Fastenal, used to work at Southern Fasteners, which could get us stainless by next Tuesday. He said that in his years at Southern the only time they sold stainless was either on high end government jobs, like the Governor’s Mansion, where cost and good sense were out the window, or unfinished/unpainted decks where the owner wanted to look down and see shiny nail heads. Both guys said, on a picket fence to be painted white, stainless was unnecessary, costly overkill.

Now it’s back to HD or Lowes looking for hot dipped 21 degree hot dipped galvanize to fit Paul’s nail gun.

Gotta go, clients calling, all from big cities and they don’t understand any of this.

—J

tearing down fences

May 28, 2013

Mom wrote a really excellent blog, I mean email, that is a perfect contributor post (the first!) for a rundown of the weekend’s work. More on “getting to know your pickets” to come.

May 26, 2013

We had a great day yesterday at Sunshine. J and J spurred this excellent crew by their own example to work hard. And by 4:30, the pickets were down and sorted into “good” and “no good,” nails pulled out and ready for sanding. I am happy to admit that J was right, and there were a lot more reusable pickets than I thought.

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Uncle J provided historical perspective as he reminisced about the 1970’s rebuild of the fence and helped identify the older pickets (original, perhaps?) by their four-sided point. They are some of the ones judged strong and reusable, despite being more weathered.

Uncle D trimmed the front hedge into such good shape that for a moment there we had the heretical thought that we might not NEED the fence. I cringe even as I write that. But we stepped over into the newly sprouted cotton field to get a good view and immediately nixed that notion. Without those pickets marching solidly around it, the house looked adrift on the prairie.

We are considering taking out the hedge and putting a wire fence on the north (orchard) side that will, if we keep the orchard clipped, provide an excellent vista in that direction. Thoughts?

With the full moon last night and sunlight now shimmering over the cotton field and through the pecan trees, birds chirping, that ever present gulf breeze across the porch and the anticipation of friends and family arriving to work and talk and laugh and remember, I am thinking of Cavett who loved this place and the idea that its highest and best use is to bring people together for just such a day as we had yesterday.

And though we didn’t think of it as all our stars aligned to come here this weekend, I wonder if he didn’t have something to do with getting us here for his birthday week.

I started this report to you, L and R, to simply say that we missed your hands among ours, but realize you and many others—Cavett most strongly, are here in spirit.

—CBT

The sentiments of those missed hands both far away and beyond our reach are always apt when gathering at Sunshine not just on Memorial Day weekend. It’s a gathering place like Mom said, and a place of remembering. Never far from our hearts and memories are the many times others have leant their hands, their opinions, their laughter or temper, and added to the general clamor at Sunshine. I think i speak for most of us when I say that we look forward to every chance we have to make more memories together.