EPILOGUE

This record been posted in reverse order. This post is the last one. Please select "The Beginning" on the right and start from there. Thank you.


You may wonder why we left, after having spent eight years building what some would consider a fantastic home. We were working on our storage shed facility which was 25% completed and had opened up a Saw-Sharpening shop that employed three-part time workers. The shop was full of Foley and Belsaw equipment, which made the work easy and professional.



I had maintained my Dad's Sewing Machine Repair business by handling repair calls from the Santa Fe/Los Alamos area, and had a good job with great retirement possibilities at the Los Alamos Scientific Laboratory.

No doubt I had a full plate, but being in my 30's and having the ability to handle all the varied chores, there was nothing in our private or business lives that was causing any grief or discontent. True, I had to hire and train three people to handle the saw business, but I chose two guys and one gal who already had good 8-to-5 jobs but wanted some extra cash for evening or weekend work. They did good work and were quite reliable.

Who would willingly walk away from that?

You may recall my mentioning of the Brown Berets and the La Raza radicals earlier. Most people not close to the activities of the radicals in these groups have no concept whatever of the threats they posed... And still pose.

I was in Santa Fe when they raided the Tierra Amarilla Courthouse and jail, breaking out some of their buddies and shooting up the place, including gunning down a a deputy. They then took over the Kit Carson National Forest, erected barricades at all entrances and exits, and declared the area to be a part of the glorious nation of Mexico. It took the U.S. Army to root them out.

U.S. Army? Isn't that not allowed? Not when you don't hear about it.

I was in Santa Fe when they took over the Nun's house in Agua Fria. I happened into the fray by going along with a good friend who was a photographer for the local newspaper and the local police and had received a "shots fired" radio message.

A large group of obviously Mexican radicals had barricaded themselves(who knows why) in the Nun's house and started shooting up the area. The seriousness of the incident became obvious when they gut shot(with a shotgun) A city police officer.

The Nuns house was about three miles from our place, so building a strong basement was my physical answer to their practice of shooting at things they did not like.

My wife and son were assaulted by a carload of Mexicans in broad daylight on Cerrillos Road, Santa Fe's busiest thoroughfare. We had our food thrown at us by a Mexican waitress in the local Denny's. Our instigation for her vitriol and hatred? We were gringos.

We believed this sort of racial insanity would eventually cease, as these lunatics were slowly - ever so slowly - confined or reformed.

The last straw was not another incident of physical violence generated by racial hatred. It came out of left field and was totally unexpected.

As our son reached schoolage, The Principal of his elementary school called us into his office and told us Tom would have to learn to speak Spanish before he could come to school.

Now, learning a second language - such as Spanish - is fine and dandy. I had learned it. But to require it as a prerequisite for school in the United States was mind-boggling.

I asked this man why. His explanation? Since twenty-two of the twenty-three children in his class were Spanish, and of those, eleven of them were children of our "friends from across the border" and spoke no English at all, it had been decided to teach the class in Spanish. He claimed the state bi-lingual education program authorized him to do this.

Legal? No. But he was backed in this decision by a plurality of Mexicans in city and state government.

It was then that we decided to put everything up for sale and leave.

And we did exactly that.

Note:
This blog was created primarily for Desert Cat, so he could see that one guy can accomplish what many may think impossible.

But a word of warning to whoever comes across this: Pick your neighbors and neighborhood carefully.

In a nation where "Diversity" is becoming the norm, it may be vital to choose where you settle with great caution. Your potential neighbors may not like you.

I will be removing it shortly.

ACROSS THE FINISH LINE

The final three years were spent finishing everything. Plastering, painting, finish trim, tile and carpet laying.

During this time, photos showing the house generally had a family member in it.

Below is son Tom putting out cookies and Milk for Santa. You can see the family room has been paneled and carpeted, but the hearth is still untiled. Tiling that hearth was just about the last thing I ever did in the place.



The following is Jan all dressed up for our long-awaited housewarming party. She is sitting in the finished living room.



During this period of time, I also built our first storage shed building. We were counting on the income from the completed storage shed complex to help keep us afloat in our later years. the below plan is what we had intended to eventually build.



Building one was the only one ever finished. I had enlisted help from Santa Fe's NMRA sanctioned Model Railroad Club to get the place up fast. I gave them a 20' x 20' space for them to build their model railroad layout in, and with their help, the place was finished in less than four months.

Below is the floorplan of building one with the 400 sq.ft. space for the railroad club.


The other three buildings would be identical except they would not have the large space.

I have lots of photos of this project. Following are a few of them.

Trainclub members doing some of the hard work


Wife Jan installing door latches and my Dad in the rear eyeballing progress.

A Joyous me as I finished the last of the plastering in the club room.

All the train club members - and myself - had regular 8-to-5 day jobs. We built this place in the evenings and on weekends.

YEAR FIVE

The really expensive work started now. All the interior first floor walls got their 2" x 2" grid on 16" centers for the R7 1/2 insulation and sheetrocking. there was finish and trim lumber - expensive - all manner of kitchen equipment, the MB carpeting, all those pricey little do-dads that finish off a home.

At this point in time the only three totally finished rooms were the master bedroom, master bath and the downstairs 3/4 bath. I had decided to finish the master bedroom and bath because we really needed a place to escape all the sheetrock, fiberglass, concrete floors, the tools and material scattered everywhere.

The kitchen area was where all my power tools were: 10" table saw, 10" radial saw, 6" planer, 6" belt sander, router table and floor stand drill press. I also had the standard bunch of powered hand tools... Drills, saws, etc. Out in the yard was a 3 cubic foot electric concrete mixer used for mixing up all the pea graveled concrete used to fill the pumice block hollows where vertical rebar had been inserted.

By now I was working at the Los Alamos Scientific Laboratory at the Meson Physics facility. It was a forty-mile drive each way, so for the most part, I left the house before daybreak and got home close to dark. Unfortunately, this meant I took a lot fewer pictures, so the remaining work is not very well documented.

Our son Tom had been born year four and was now able to observe construction. Below he is checking out the tile floor installation in his nursery (bedroom two)



And here he is, learning to play Hearts at a young and tender age. Wife and son are sitting at our second-hand table in the temporary kitchen.



Having a good job at LASL (now LANL) allowed us to borrow some money against the house to pay for the final color coat of plaster on the entire house. I had professionals do this, I would have taken way to long. The borrowed money also allowed us to purchase all the kitchen and utility room equipment all at once and install them quickly.

We had the bank-required appraisal done before the loan and were a bit shocked to discover the value of the place, even unfinished. We had been keeping a running total of the cost of all the materials but had not included labor, the number one expense in home construction.

Below photo is after the color coat was done. The left half of the house is pretty much finished, but you can see the unfinished porch and the unpainted stuff on the newer section. The pavement looks grand and all the junk in the yard has been cleaned up.



But inside, plenty of unfinished rooms were left... the living room, library, kitchen, bedrooms three and four, the second upstairs bathroom.

That's wife's little Mazda Mizer five-door in the driveway. that thing got 51 MPG, no lie.

Still in the plans was a two-car garage and workshop to the right of her car. Those were never started.



The best laid plans... etc. etc.

YEAR FOUR

The basement tunnel exit, the 4' x 4'x 5' space before its concrete roof was poured and the steel manhole installed. Always a good idea to have a back way out.

This year the entire house finally got all the walls and roofs completed, including the scratch and brown coats of plaster. some interior work was done, generally when the weather outside prevented any exterior work.

Below show s the framing and roof work for bedrooms three and four, the ones that went through the winter exposed to the weather. You can just make out the last of the 7" x 14" roofing beams.


Below is some of the interior work. This shows the framing and sheetrocking of the furnace vents in the utility room.


I built the cabinets out of plywood and 1" x 2" lumber, and even sheetrocked and textured the sides. During this time, this room was used as the temporary kitchen.

The fireplace was a very popular spot. Below is wife doing a bit of knitting all snuggled up to the thing. The mantle had not yet been dressed up with quarry tile... Like the tile on the bathroom floor.



Below shows me installing the flue opening for a "Fire Duke" in the upstairs master bedroom. It was not in the original plans, but the downstairs unit was so pleasing we decided to install this one also.



Wouldn't you know it? Before I could even get the place finished a water pipe started leaking. It took a lot of digging, the pipes were four feet down.



The photo below shows a lot of details of the house. The first floor was pumice block, the second floor framing. The downstairs windows were all hand made from 1" x 4" framing with 8" x 10" panes of glass, and were all double paned. They took so long to build we decided to use aluminium frame windows for the upstairs. I rented two sections of scaffold to work on the upstairs outside to put on the tar paper, chicken wire, and then the scratch and brown coats of plaster.

All those 2" x 10"'s and that horizontal run of 2" x 4"'s? Those were for the future rear porch's ceiling and roof to tie into. It was to be like the front porch, only with seven arches.


Even with the rented scaffold, I still had to use a couple of 2" x 12"s and a picnic table bench to reach up in the peaks.

The below shot shows the entire place just before I started all that plastering.


The Bell tower lasted until it was time to plaster it. I decided that working thirty feet in the air on my rickety scaffolding wasn't worth the risk, so down it came.

After what seemed like forever, the plastering was finished. The plaster on the upstairs had more lime in the mix to make it adhere better to the chicken wire, that's why it's lighter in color. Shortly after this photo was taken, the bell tower was removed. Sorta sad, I still think it would had looked real cool.



Note that the library door has been blocked off and sealed. The place already had more than enough exterior doors.

A sobering point... Just for chuckles I measured from the far corner of the family room across to the far corner of the library... One hundred and twenty-six feet. It didn't look that big on the plans.

YEAR THREE ADDITIONAL

Just before starting on the basement, Dad decided to pave the 365 foot dirt road from Airport Road to his house. My place was about halfway down that road on the east side.

That gave me the opportunity to have my driveway paved, so I rushed the sidewalks, edging and prepared the area - leveling, etc. It was unexpected and altered the construction schedule somewhat, but what a marvelous thing it was to no longer have to slide down that muddy dirt road after a rain, and have a mudhole for a front yard. There were times when it rained so heavy we actually got the cars stuck in the yard.

In the below photo you can just barely see the 1 foot-wide concrete edging I installed to define the pavement area. Its just below and to the left of the left tire of this roller.



One of the later owners had the pavement removed and started using the dirt road on the east side of the house for access. As I understand it, they wanted a hacienda-style patio where the pavement was.

I assume they then learned about the area's clay rich surface that made up the local dirt roads, stuff that turned into pure grease when wet.

YEAR THREE - FALL AND WINTER

Tarring the basement walls... Melvin making his few bucks the hard way.

As long as the weather held and it didn't dip below freezing at night, I continued block laying for the kitchen, living room and library.

Shown below is a view down the east living room wall to the kitchen with its two eastward-facing windows. The top row of blocks are "Channel" blocks with u-shaped interiors in which rebar is laid into and concrete poured in. L-shaped tie-down bolts are also installed in these channels every three feet or so.



The below view shows the west wall of the living room and the rising walls of the library. The black material on the basement walls is tar, used to waterproof the exterior of the basement.



The start of a weekend work day, below. Even if it was above freezing, it was still often very cold.



That big fireplace in the family room hit the spot on those cold days. During this time, the family room was used more as a storage area than anything else, but we always had a couple of easy chairs near it to snuggle up in.



The block laying was completed early November, so framing of the upstairs commenced.
Up goes another one of those 7" x 14" beams. This one is above the second floor nursery. Left is my Dad, center is Randy Anstey, me on the right.



Below: Upstairs framing for bedrooms three and four. About this time it just got too cold to do any more outside work. but there was more than enough to do inside. The only times we stopped working was when there was no money for materials.



Leaving that framing exposed to the elements was risky business, but the winter was dry enough that no damage occured. When it snowed, I would go out and broom the snow off the sub-flooring.

YEAR THREE

The time had arrived to start of the second half of the house. This meant that first, I had to get the basement done.

Digging the hole was the first chore. I got a friend with a back hoe to dig that thing (below) in one day! The white marks on the ground in the rear of the photo indicate where the exit tunnel and cess pool excavations were dug the next day.



Next came the first concrete pour(below). The black marks on the side of the dirt indicate where rebar was inserted into the concrete. That's my Dad on the left manhandling the jitterbug, my nephew in the middle, and me with the screed on the right.



Blockwork on the first section of the basement. I can assure you that working below ground level is much harder and takes longer than one might think.



Blockwork on the second section (below).



The second of only three photos of me ever taken in eight years of building. I'm tamping down pea graveled concrete around the rebar in the blocks.



Supports for the basement ceiling/living room concrete floor pour being installed. Plastic sheeting is placed on the plywood, and a rebar array is being laid down. You can see the trench for the unfinished exit tunnel in the lower left of the photo. Vertical rebar is poking up everywhere. In the distance is the brand new wife wearing a carpenter's apron and little else... now helping do stuff. Her financial contribution to the construction fund from her job was a powerful aid in getting all this done in one season.



Finally... The big pour of the year is done. It has taken all summer to reach this point. That's wife's sealpoint Siamese testing the concrete. The various sized pipes sticking out here and there are for water and air to the mechanical room below.



Below is the forest of supports holding up the ceiling pour. I left them in for a month before removing them. I was in no rush to see all that concrete come crashing down.



But no rest was in sight. The autumn weather was holding great so we continued onward.