Once we had uncovered the brick, we saw in the room the other plaster wall. This wall had always seemed, well, “beautiful”. Or “rustic”, or “age appropriate”. We had always thought we would restore the oh so beautiful historic plaster, we always hoped we could call the fourth generation plaster guys whose family probably did this wall in the first place. (Poole Plaster, FYI) We always thought we could enjoy the “WHITE DAIRY” sign from when this room used to be Speedy’s Cafe, but in a  moment of brute honesty, we had to admit that if we patched those walls, the secrets behind the cracked plaster would remain. The wood wouldn’t get a hard lookin’ at, we would never know what lurked in those walls! Not to mention we’d reduce our chances of finding a tremendous amount of cash that was stowed away during the war, so we just had to look. And actually, although the work was dusty and gross, the plaster was so loose and compliant in our hands that it only took a little talkin’ to for it to get the hint. Come down off those walls.
Another convenience was that the walls are twelve feet tall, which is exactly the measurement that sheet rock comes in! So big giant tall sheets of drywall, and wa-bang!! You have a new wall!
Here is an example of why we thought this wall was kinda pretty. Is that a mural peeking out???
Here is an example of why we had to tear out the plaster. I mean, what is happening behind this stuff??
Antique!!
Looks like hell, doesn’t it? Days like these….
But in no time at all, the plaster is on the ground, AND we could skip our trip to the gym after work.
And a few trips to the dump……
This is a view from the next room over, where the header/doorway is going to go
Zac is right proud of this header!! His brain made this!!!
This is a cross cut of the wood that this building is made out of. You can see how OLD and slowly grown it is. The pine we are replacing this wood with has inch wide lines it was grown so fast. Just breaks my heart!!!