Reno: Day 1

When you move into a new place, there are always those tight corners and those difficult passage-ways where you say to yourself, “If I could just knock down this wall then the [bed/couch/double oven/overwhelming collection of antique doors] would FIT!” The beauty of owning your own home — and slating the entirety for demolition in the not-too-distant future means that you can do just that!

It was a cold and calculated demolition though — first on our To Do list upon moving to Amber Lane. This pesky half-wall had to go and it had to go now!

What a joy to swing that sledge hammer for the first time!

The first point of contact!

See! Look at the joy it brings!

 (Trade secret? Then it gets a little tedious. But, focus on the joy!)

Drywall, as I’ve come to learn, has a variety of names. See below:

Who knew?

After the fancy stuff, comes the more boring bits:

But, after the boring bits, comes the surprises and new information! As we already knew, the 2 halves of the building used to be 2 separate buildings with a common wall. We recently began to organize all our thoughts on the subject to articulate the assumption that the “left half” (as you look at the front door) was built first — and was built as the home for the carriage driver. This is the half with the crawl space beneath it. The “right half” was the barn for the horses and also the storage area for the carriage when it wasn’t in use. We confirmed that these buildings were constructed independently once we ripped up the hideous vinyl tiles suffocating our beautiful hardwood floors on the second floor. Fitz ran into a suspicious looking end piece that capped off the “right half” floor (at the division between the living room and the kitchen). A bit of prying and a few chipped tiles later, we uncovered wooden barn floors in our kitchen…a full inch and a half above the original flooring on the left half! This proves the common brick wall had hidden the two sides from view during initial floor construction — leading the floors to be uneven.

We sat there, on the floor of our hay loft, imagining the days of hay and horses and a carriage sitting below us – waiting to take the lords and ladies of olde Northampton out for a Sunday ride. Then we wondered how to reconcile the stark difference in original floor height…


One comment

  1. keith

    such romance in demolition !

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