There was a major thunderstorm that passed through the Ozarks on Sunday night that was a sight to be seen and heard. I first awoke thinking there were police cars outside as the lightning flashing was so regular it appeared to be mechanical. The rain soon followed. I had forgotten how much I missed the grand thunderstorms that sweep across the Midwest this time of the year.
The rain banging on the tin roof of the old metal print shop we are staying in kept both Dad and me up. Reminds me of the old Nitty Gritty Dirt Band song where "the rain played the tin roof like a drum". Or perhaps for the modern generation more like "rain fall[ing] angry on the tin roof" Whatever the case, it was still quite a symphony and a prerequisite for any dwelling in this part of the country. Call me nostalgic or just perhaps unrefined, but this is one of the most relaxing sounds to be dinned into one's ear as you lie awake in bed.
Anyways, can't wait to hear the chorus the new house will play on its tin roof.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
We met again on site today after being rained out with a bad thunderstorm on Monday. The excavating subcontractor got busy immediately digging a hole to the north of the house where the existing house would be pushed into. He had a Cat 955 bulldozer which my father-in-law would be interested in. Dale dug a hole approximately 6 feet deep by 10 feet wide by 30 feet long. Fortunately there wasn't much rock to dig through which we are hoping means digging the basement will be easier.
Next the house came down. It was amazing but the whole thing was gone in less than 90 minutes. As is customary in this remote part of the country, the debris was than set on fire to make one hot bonfire that we joked would make for some good smores.
Here are some photos of the house coming down.
The site super "Kahuna" supervising
Digging the hole for the debris
Grandpa Don would be proud
Yes Casey. All precautions were taken to ensure no animals were harmed in the construction. This one is in the mail.
Just in case things got out of hand, we had our firefighting cousins Sak and Jake on call (joke). The heat could be felt from 75 yards away.
We have set up this blog as an online journal to document the construction of our new home at Timberspring Farm, Stover, MO. We hope to share with family and friends through this exciting experience. Here are a few shots of the farm as it looks in late June.