Building a Wall

We all are surrounded by walls.
There are walls that we put up in our minds to keep the things out that we do not want to deal with.  Some of those walls are there to protect us against emotional pain or even at times to protect us from becoming too joyful  Now that sounds silly, we all need to express joy in our lives.  Some walls are real, made of different materials like wood, paper, cloth, stone and what most of us here in the US use drywall.  Good old drywall, clean and white ready to paint, or cover it up even more.  I had to make a wall that was non-combustable to satisfy the insurance company and probably some fire code for the house.  Yes we need to be safe from a fire started by a wood stove which is my case.  I heat mostly with wood and the back wall needed to be fire coded safe.  I decided I wanted a rock wall because they are beautiful and not only hold heat for warmth they just appear to have a warm feeling about them.  I think even as a kid I have been facinated with rocks and have chipped a few to try and get them to break in half.  I was given three boxes of the fake stones and I layed them out last summer to air out and see how they fit together.  To tell the truth they layed there until the end of fall just before the snow or lack of came.  I knew there was not enough and I could not afford to purchase more so before winter really took hold I was out looking for rocks that would fit with what I had.  So the porch was the holding place for all the rocks.  Most were layed out

roughly the size of the wall I was to build.  I also gathered many little rocks that I thought I would need for filler.  Then once the rocks were gathered I ventured down to the local building supply with measurements and asked for help.  I gave them the measurements and home came the fireboard, screen, drywall screws and mortor.  I had the plywood they said I needed so I was ready.  My cousin Billy had given me plenty of suggestions and advice on how to do the wall.  So after pondering long enough and endless phone calls to Billy I plunged into the project.  I had to build a wall behind the wood stove area strong enough to hold the stones.   So 2×4’s were used and the wall was made to support the rock wall. On the framed in wall I had to cover it with plywood and then firecoded drywall.  Now to hold the stone in place I used a wire mesh that had to be screwed down every 4 to 5 inches.  The wall  looked like a bad case of measles.  Once that was done I began the slow task of adding the rocks.  I worked from the bottom up and it seemed to grow right before my eyes.  The fake stones and the real rocks/stones fit together wonderfully and in the end they all looked real.  Now I am gradually adding the mortor for the grout to finish the wall.  Once that is done the wall will be framed in cherry.  Can’t affor that just yet so that will have to wait.  There is a large cherry tree at the edge of the property that is starting to dye at the top and I have plans to have it cut and made into boards for the future cherry trim.  I am in no hurry.  It would be nice to see my Amish house trimmed with the wood from the property.  A little at a time is fine with me.  It sure is nice sitting there with a warm fire and looking at the wall.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               



Here it is Monday again and of course it is laundry day.  So my friend Chimene and I drove the side roads for more pictures and to meet more Amish.  Today we stopped in to see Verna, she had a little store and sells all ingredients for baking.  She also sell fresh maple syrup.  Today she had fresh cream butter from her cows, only $2.10.  Such a sweet lady with a strong Dutch accent.  And her clothes were hung out to dry, lots of lines full indicating that she has a very large family.  One line was full of blue denim men’s pants.  I took a few pictures for you to enjoy.  I told her I wanted her clothes lines but laughed and said I had my own.  And she then remembered me, that I owned the former Kurtz Amish house.  Yes and my clothes were out today on this beautiful sorta spring day blowing int the wind.  I still invite comments for laundry day.  Tell me something funny or if you have to air some dirty laundry give that a try too.