In 2016 a local man (Frank) roughly my father’s age called me and asked me to transcribe his oral history project. It was quite out-of-the-blue . . I’d known him all my life but we weren’t close at all. I ended up sitting in his kitchen with a laptop, typing frantically (and badly) for several hours while he recounted various tales from the 40s to the 60s and threw little crunchy treat across the room for his cat to pounce on. His biggest concern was the story of how he built his house. It meant a lot to him. Why none of his three children were doing this project I don’t know, they probably have troubles of their own.
I think it deserves a bit of a wider audience, tho. He started off a little rambly, but I’ll begin with this:
“The next project was after Hurricane Hazel. That took out some big timber over on the base of Wills Mountain. We decided to cut up those trees to build the barn up on the hill. That was my first real experience. My last two years in high school I was working for a bakery and I saved up enough to buy a Pioneer chainsaw, 1964. That saw is heavy! We took those logs out of the woods with horses, jumping out of the way when they rolled and trying to keep the horses moving; we didn’t know any better. That was the way we did things, then. Then we cut the center poles for that barn out of locust; that’s why it’s still standing, probably. We put those up and I was standing up on top working that chainsaw, cutting the notches for the other beams. Paul D. wanted to buy this lot where the house sits so he could build. I told my father that I wanted to build there, and that was when I first revealed that to my parents. I was twenty then. Eventually they deeded three acres to me as a gift. It was an unused piece at the time because it had grown extremely dense with wild crabapple and thorn bushes. I was so thick I had to crawl on hands on knees in and cut them. I dragged them out with three meat hooks ganged up and hooked to a log chain. That made a drag, and I pulled them down with the Oliver Klee tractor to a burn pile in the bottom. There were locust trees in here two feet or even thirty inches across, about four of them. I cut them down and pulled them away and then I had the stumps to contend with. Mallow Landscaping was coming to dig the foundation and his machine wasn’t real big because he was just starting out. So, to aid removal of the locust stumps, I went up on the Mt. Savage road near Wellersburg road goes north and bought dynamite. This guy sold dynamite out of the candy case, you just went in and put your money down! I bought dynamite* from a blind man. I came out and I was blowing the stumps. One was right here where the patio is. My uncle stopped to chat with me, and I told him “You’d better move on down because I have a charge going off!”
Mr. Mallow came and started digging the foundation. He had a hard time, there were some bad spots. The machine was too small. I paid him for what he’d done and called an old family friend, William, who worked for Failinger. He came out with a big trackloader and finished out, did the landscaping and driveways. We found a few rocks while we were digging out! On the back portion we hit solid ledges of limestone. I needed a jackhammer. The cemetery of St. Peter and Paul’s had a jackhammer; the priest allowed me to use it, and that’s how I finished the back portion.
After that we poured the footer. I staked it, leveled it, tried to square it . . . I’d never done this before. I poured it and Herm and old George that worked down at the farm helped me. At that time I was going to ACC and carrying 18 [credit] hours, but not married yet, so I had the time. It was like a hobby. The block I got from Mr. Athey, who hauled coal east and hauled block back from Hagerstown. It was twelve cents a block. Paul agreed to lay the foundation for me if I mixed the mud and carried it to him, again for twelve cents a block. The block laying started in the spring; we set a date back in March for a start time of the first of June. It had to be on a weekend. Everything was ready. Got down to June and we were going to start at noon. My graduation from community college was at ten that morning. I was the first male in our family to receive a college degree. A classmate of mine asked me, “Where are we going to have a party?” I had to turn down the party, kick off my shirt and tie and start mixing mud. I was thinking about the party while I was in the hot sun, mixing the mud and just a sweating away!”
I’ll post the rest tomorrow.
* ok, but this was 100% IN CHARACTER for Frank, just sayin’.