05-12-2019, 06:58 PM
In the late 1700s, somewhere in the forests of Indiana, an acorn fell from an oak tree.
Over the next 100yrs, it grew into a massive tree. Sometime in the late 1800s, a man cut this
tree down and hewed it into a beam to build his barn. Over the next 100yrs, it nurtured him
and his family and farm and who knows who else. Sometime around 2005, the barn was torn
down. The wood found it's way to some guys in Colo. that buy these old barns and repurpose
the wood for their business. This and many other beams and misc wood were deemed unusable.
This wood came into my hands as firewood. Over the course of 6wks, I took a little over
5 cords of wood off their property. As I was cutting this stuff up, I was just amazed at this
incredible OAK fire wood. In Colo....oak firewood is unheard of. Believe me, it is fantastic fire wood.
Once I got it home and had some time to actually look at what I had, I was shocked.
Pinned mortise and tenon joints, created w/hand tools. Hand carved oak dowels.
Some of this wood was so hard, I had to leave it. I couldn't cut it
and it was too heavy to move by myself. I have 4 chains for cutting firewood.
It would take all four chains to cut a truck load. All had to be sharpened
in prep for the next haul. This is how I got this wood.
I have hundreds of pieces of this wood.
As this man's adz stuck this wood, over and over, what were his thoughts?
As the sweat of his brow fell on this wood, did he see his hope and dreams in this wood?
Did he feel his comfort and security in this wood?
If only this wood could talk.
My goal is to try and save some of it. I have already done that w/boxes like this kitty box and
this yen/yang box.
I like them, but it does not show the real story of this wood.
What I really want to do is save the wood w/the hewing marks on it. To me, this
is really touching the true past, the true story of this wood
Over the next 100yrs, it grew into a massive tree. Sometime in the late 1800s, a man cut this
tree down and hewed it into a beam to build his barn. Over the next 100yrs, it nurtured him
and his family and farm and who knows who else. Sometime around 2005, the barn was torn
down. The wood found it's way to some guys in Colo. that buy these old barns and repurpose
the wood for their business. This and many other beams and misc wood were deemed unusable.
This wood came into my hands as firewood. Over the course of 6wks, I took a little over
5 cords of wood off their property. As I was cutting this stuff up, I was just amazed at this
incredible OAK fire wood. In Colo....oak firewood is unheard of. Believe me, it is fantastic fire wood.
Once I got it home and had some time to actually look at what I had, I was shocked.
Pinned mortise and tenon joints, created w/hand tools. Hand carved oak dowels.
Some of this wood was so hard, I had to leave it. I couldn't cut it
and it was too heavy to move by myself. I have 4 chains for cutting firewood.
It would take all four chains to cut a truck load. All had to be sharpened
in prep for the next haul. This is how I got this wood.
I have hundreds of pieces of this wood.
As this man's adz stuck this wood, over and over, what were his thoughts?
As the sweat of his brow fell on this wood, did he see his hope and dreams in this wood?
Did he feel his comfort and security in this wood?
If only this wood could talk.
My goal is to try and save some of it. I have already done that w/boxes like this kitty box and
this yen/yang box.
I like them, but it does not show the real story of this wood.
What I really want to do is save the wood w/the hewing marks on it. To me, this
is really touching the true past, the true story of this wood
he not busy being born,
Is busy dying.
--Bob Dylan
Is busy dying.
--Bob Dylan