Finally, I’ll close today with this fancy little bit of woodworking that those hippy craftsmen made on a door here at Moriah back in the 1970’s.
Originally posted 2015-04-05 15:20:52.
Here’s a “before and after” of the Master Bath’s vanities.
The feature that draws my eye the most in the image of the old bathroom (other than being overwhelmed by all that natural wood) is that sloped part of the vanity to the left of the sink. What were they thinking? lol
Originally posted 2015-04-05 15:03:58.
The main family room of Moriah was floored with an amazing grade of vintage heart-pine lumber. Some of these floor boards are 18 feet long and 14 inches wide. All of them are over an inch thick.
I made a few phone calls to firms that specialize in creating flooring from reclaimed beams to see if any could provide me with replacements in case I lost a few in salvaging Mariah… all cautioned me that I should keep my loss ratio to zero… that a replacement was not possible.
I ended up creating three new rooms within Moriah by eliminating the waste that came from the previous use of cathedral ceilings, and so, I needed additional flooring.
So, I made use of “the excessive wood”, from the rooms that were overflowing with wood paneling, such as those bathrooms. I took all these odd pieces of random sized lumber and created uniform flooring that I then glued down to the sub floor in a herring bone pattern.
My office floor is now chestnut (how many people have a chestnut floor?), and one of the newly created bedrooms has a beautiful heart-pine, one-of-a-kind, floor.
Originally posted 2015-04-05 14:46:51.
Here is the Master Bath… before and after we re-built Moriah.
We tiled the new bathroom in travertine stone, we then sponge painted the walls, and wrapped the tub in heat pipe so that it would always be warm to the touch in the winter.
There is a private view of the stream and the river from these windows. All that’s needed is a candle and some bath salts.
I don’t know what they were thinking when building the original bathroom (those 1970’s were strange times)… clearly they had a great love of natural wood. Perhaps they had fond memories of staying in one of those rustic cabins in a National Park?
But the wood in this bathroom was treasured by me, it is chestnut, which is very attractive and now an extinct species, making this a valuable material. We made use of it elsewhere in the house. I’ll post of an image of that use later today.
Originally posted 2015-04-05 13:39:26.
Here are a couple of photographs of the fireplace that I built in the family room of Moriah… and also included is one photograph of the fireplace as she was originally built.
As you can see I made some changes…
For one, I raised the hearth up off the floor to make it easier for people to enjoy the fire. We’ve had countless visitors choose to sit on this hearth upon their arrival on a cold day.
Second I eliminated the odd wood blocking at the top and chose not to carry the stone all the way to the ceiling. I wanted to leave a space above the fireplace for a painting or family photo.
And third, I chose to refine the stone work. I didn’t care for the roughly built field-stone look.
Originally posted 2015-04-04 17:39:33.
We have wooden sidewalk at Moriah.
Every time I walk down that sidewalk I think of my daughter.
From my earliest days I had always had the desire to one day have a daughter. My mother used to tell me that that would never happen… that our family was incapable of having anything but boys.
I was so blessed the day that little girl was born and my mother was proven wrong. She was born on my birthday… what a wonderful present to receive. It will be hard to ever top that one.
Shortly after moving into Moriah that daughter, the one my mother said that I would never have, became engaged to get married. And, she wanted to have her reception here at the house. That sounded fine to me.
My wife though expressed her opinion that the plywood scraps that we had been using for a sidewalk might not be appropriate for the wedding guests to use. Sometimes women can be mighty fussy about things like this. I offered to paint them, but that just got me in more trouble.
You see, we had moved into this house in a “partially unfinished condition” and the sidewalk was always at the bottom of my list of things to do. Funds were pretty lean at this moment of time and I just couldn’t put in a stone sidewalk, but I did have left-over pieces of Ipe that I had used to build all the porches here at the house… and it was highly rot-resistant. It might just work… I could build a sidewalk out of that!
The day quickly arrived for me to walk my daughter down the isle at a local church. Everyone expected old Dad to be weepy. But my daughter was grinning from ear to ear, so I was happy too. Not going to see me tear up, no sir.
Then it was time to head back to Moriah where in the log room of the house I danced with my daughter in her beautiful gown. Everyone again expected old Dad to be weepy, but why would I do that? … This was a time to celebrate!
I had a great time at that reception, talking to friends and family, and then, I was told that everyone was to go outside. Folks gathered on both sides of the new sidewalk. I beamed with pride. Just look at that sidewalk! It was a good day.
Then my daughter and her new husband came running down the sidewalk, everyone cheered, and then the over-dressed couple hopped into a car and sped off.
I looked at my wife and asked… “What time will she be back?” She rubbed my arm and responded… “She’s not coming back, honey, she’s married now”.
That’s the moment it all sunk in, and that’s the moment I fell apart.
Right there on that sidewalk.
Originally posted 2015-04-04 16:37:12.
Here are two final images of the kitchen, both looking back into the log cabin dining room.
The difference in lighting is not nearly as dramatic between these two rooms as my photography would indicate… but the photos do show the symbiotic relationship these two rooms have with each other.
Each room serves it’s function perfectly. And, each room needs the other.
Visitors to the home are drawn back and forth from one room to the other… each room pulls at the spirit. The one balances the other.
Laughter is often heard in the kitchen. And then whispers are often spoken in the cabin. There is a hustled pace in the kitchen and then people slow down when they enter the dining room.
Balance has been achieved.
Originally posted 2015-04-04 15:28:05.
At the far end of the kitchen we created a little breakfast nook area. It’s a great place to share a meal with close family or friends.
(maybe, that should read… “share a meal with family or close friends?” 🙂
On nice days we’ll open the french doors and take in some fresh air along with our food. That’s good for the digestion.
Originally posted 2015-04-04 15:09:52.
I think that by using the same antique pine joists in the kitchen as were found in the dining room cabin that I helped smooth the transition from one room to the other.
We installed a wide variety of lighting in the kitchen to enable many different combinations of light. Turn them all on and I can do surgery on any turkey with the skill of a surgeon. Or, turn on just the under-the-counter lights for a more gentle mood.
One of my favorites are the above-the-cabinet lights which create a warm glow at night when the light bounces off of those ceiling beams.
Originally posted 2015-04-04 14:52:28.
I do love bar-stools in a kitchen.
To me they are more comfortable than a typical kitchen chair. And, I like being up in the air, at eye level to those folks unlucky enough to not get one of the two bar-stools here at Moriah. 😉
From where these stools are located I can watch everything going on, from keeping an eye on the cook, to gazing out the windows towards the garden, and then on to the waterfall of the Advance Mills dam.
Originally posted 2015-04-04 14:31:45.
