Two new girls in the household…

A friend was giving up her apartment and her job was putting her on the road more so she had to find a home for her two girls…a pair of Siamese cats.

This sweet pair is gainfully employed now…guarding the Old Vic and keeping our boys (Pierre and Geronimo) bamboozled.

Two new girls in the house...two Siamese cats

Two new girls in the house...two Siamese cats join the Meyer Casa

The boys are taking it as well as boys always do when girls arrive…they are occasionally fascinated yet usually confused.

The girls for their part, are having a blast. The Old Vic is a cool place to explore, even from a cat’s eye view.

For our part…well…with four cats trying to find a warm spot in the bed on a cold night…it just makes rolling over ever so much of a challenge. I can say for sure though that 4 cats is about the same wattage as an electric blanket!

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

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Some “Before” pictures

Some “before” pictures. I’ll work on the descriptions and try to hook them up to the “after” pictures as we go along. Continue reading

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The Singing Treholipee

We found this instrument in the upstairs of our historic commercial building in Downtown Clarksville:

Hey look! A whoseawhatits.

Hey look! A whoseawhatits.

I’d never seen one so some confusion about what it was ensued. It was not quickly cleared up as I hadn’t gotten any clearer pictures than the one above…and even more confusion ensued when nobody I knew had ever seen one…(and I know an eclectic group).

So, I was dispatched to get some better pics and actually read the labels on the thing.

Well, apparently it’s a Treholipee…a Singing Treholipee in fact…which is I surmise a kind of ukulele.

It’s a late 60’s beach culture relic. How it ended up in Clarksville, Texas, abandoned in the second floor of an old pharmacy amongst the remnants of Naugahyde and stud upholstered light fixtures, coffee tables, and pool tables should be an interesting story…

Some info here

So…on to more pics of the one we found…clicky for bigger/complete:

It’s actually in very good condition…just needs cleaning and strings.

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

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Easy Paint Stripping

I don’t know what all the fuss is about paint stripping.

There are SO many tools that promise to make it swift and easy. I’ve seen:

Wire flails to go in your drill…I can just hear my Mom yelling, “You’re gonna put an eye out with that thing!”

Metal paint scrapers that wouldn’t scrape lard off a hot, Teflon, non-stick frying pan.

Carbide paint scrapers that are sharp enough to actually shave with.

Chemicals that probably were harvested from the most toxic portions of Chernobyl.

Flame throwers (Yes, they work, but what’s the point in removing the paint before burning your house down?)

So called “Heat guns.” Yeah. That’s my wife’s hair dryer, given an extra hot setting, colored a manly red, and relabeled a “gun” to try to make it even more a “manly” power tool. Heh…nope. It’s not manly. If it’s not shooting flames, cutting, tearing, or rending anything within reach, or at least causing the hair to stand up on the back of every trauma surgeon’s neck it’s simply not a manly tool. If I wanted to blow hot air on my house I’d call some politicians…

Then there’s those space-aged infrared thingies…the “quartz-tubed infra sparkmeister decible impared glowy thingy”. It LOOKS like a sufficiently injury enhancing device to be a manly tool…and it DOES have glowy things and well…diabolical enough looks…but with a price tag just over what I actually paid for the house…I haven’t gotten to try one yet. Maybe if it sounded like a chainsaw…or…Oooo! Oooo! I could attach a propane tank!

Anyway…I don’t know what all you wussies need these fancy newfangled gadgets for anyhows…

Let me introduce you to the “Pinch and Pull” method.

Pull and peel method

Simply pinch

Pinch and pull method

...and pull.

Peel and pull

It comes off in handy sheets...

Peel and pull method

Very large sheets...

One of the coolest things about this method…is I don’t actually have to do it. Friends, strangers, hell, even passers-by on the street seem to feel this overwhelming urge to grab at some paint and peel it off the house. Heck, a good storm would probably take half of it off.

Hey Look! I invented the self-stripping house!

Peel and pull...temptation

Come on...you know you wannna...

ps: No hate mail please…tongue is firmly in cheek here…

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

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Two years today…

We’ve owned the Old Vic for two years today.

Scary stuff…the responsibility…the sheer size of the project…the future.

Yeah, I worry it sometimes.

I often feel I’m not getting enough done. But then I look around at what we’ve accomplished.

We’ve gotten on our new plumbing, including the tankless water heater.

We completely rebuilt the second kitchen area and made it into a mudroom and utility room. This involved a new wall, moved doors and windows, plumbing, gas, and electric.

We are on our new electric service.

We’ve made friends.

We’ve lost others.

We wrecked a car, and fixed same. Wrecked a motorcycle too…

We bought a building on the square. More work for sure. Some say we bought our doom. We think we bought our future. Could be both I suppose.

It’s been a year.

I’m looking forward to the next one. More work on both the house and the business is coming.

Our 1902 Queen Anne Victorian

We've had our 1902 Queen Anne Victorian 2 years today.

The Sign on our new building

The Sign on our new building

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

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The Baker House

This small oil painting came with the house. It is not our house, but apparently one that was in our area. Locals say it was near our house, and in fact, visible from it…but it long ago burned.

This town is ripe with old houses…so much so that many were purchased and carted away. More fell into disrepair and some were torn or fell down. We’ll see what we can learn about the Baker House and post it with this picture.

Click for larger view:

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The Doak House

The previous owner was gracious to provide us with all the historical information she had on the house. Here is that history:

The house was built in 1901-1902 for a lawyer, by the name of N.P. (Nat) Doak and his wife Laura Reed Doak. The Doaks had two children; Mary born in 1898 and Nathaniel born in 1901.

The house was built by Mrs. Doak’s father who was a builder from Honey Grove, Texas. The beautiful, handmade, intricately carved woodwork and moldings can be found throughout the house. Excessive bull’s eye moldings, not only at the top of doors but also mid-way up, ornate fireplace mantles, and carved staircase banister are evidence of the extra lengths to which the builder went in the construction of the home.

The Doak house circa 1902

The Doak house circa 1902. That's the Doak family in the picture.

Mr. Doak passed away in 1922. Some years later the Doak’s daughter, Mary Doak Hemingway, who was a school teacher, moved in the south side of the house with her husband Henry. At that time, the elder Mrs. Doak who had been living on the south side, moved to the north side of the house. A bathroom was built on the north side for Mrs. Doak. It appears that it might have originally been a pantry with the door opening on the west kitchen wall.

To make a closet for Mrs. Doak, the door leading to the hallway from the dining room was used for an entrance to the closet that was constructed from part of the central hall. A second closet was also added in the hallway. When the hallway was changed, as a result of the addition of the closets, it is believed that the large French doors that were between the hallway and the parlor were removed. They were then used as a front door for the north side where a large bay window once existed. This allowed Mrs. Doak a private entrance to her living area. (note, the Meyer’s have already removed that addition. See the story and pictures here.)

In the late 1930’s and early 1940’s Henry Hemingway had a small store on the northwest corner of the property. Its name…Henry’s Jot-Em-Down. Henry stocked various items and groceries in his store. The name of the store depicted the manner in which he carried out his business. It operated on an honor system. When customers stopped by the unattended business for their needed items, instead of a clerk to wait on them, they just simply wrote down their charge purchases on a ticket book and departed with their goods. The store’s small concrete foundation remains on the property to this day.

The elder Mrs. Doak passed away in 1948 and after her death the Hemingways rented out sections of the house to various people. In addition to renting out the north side apartment, the second floor was rented out as well. Renters from upstairs shared the first floor south bathroom with the Hemingways. Upstairs boarders entered from the back porch of the house through the hallway. The south side room on the second floor with the dormer areas was once used in the early 1900’s by the Hemingway children for slumber parties.

The parlor of the house was kept private and never included in any of the rented areas.

There appears to have been a wrap-around porch, original to the house, on the southeast corner. It is now the screened porch on the south side and the enclosed sunroom on the east side along with a small kitchen.

In the early 1950’s James and Jolace Goode, along with their young son Rickey, rented the north section of the house for a short time. In 1955 the Goodes purchased the north section of the Doak/Hemingway property and built the home where they now live. Through the years the Goodes and the Hemingways remained close friends.

The Goode’s young daughter Debra spent many hours at Hen and Miss Mary’s house just hanging out with the lanky, balding, cigar-smoking old gentleman who was not only her first best friend, but more like family.

Mary and Henry Hemingway passed away in 1967 and 1968 respectively. In 1969, James and Jolace Goode and King and Esther Silva purchased the house from Burke Robbins Doak, widow of Nathaniel Doak. King and Esther, step-father and mother of Jolace Goode, lived in Reno, Nevada at the time. For a year or so after the purchase the house was rented on the north and south sides as apartments to two or three families. However the Goodes decided to discontinue renting the property our of concern for the preservation and integrity of the property.

Throughout the following years the house was used mostly when King and Esther visited from Nevada. In the late 1970’s the Silvas decided to retire to Texas. During the annual visits they began moving their belongings back and moved into the house fulltime in 1979.

In the 1980’s David and Debra Good Floyd used the north side of the house as private quarters for their visits to Clarksville with their daughter Susan. David lived there for a short time in 1988 and 1989 after transferring with his job to northeast Texas from the Dallas area. Eventually, Debra was able to join him and they moved to their present home north of Paris.

The Silva’s granddaughter, Debra Goode Floyd, acquired the Goode’s interest in the property in the mid 1990’s and the Silva’s interest in 2001. The Silvas lived in the house until they passed away in 2003.

Daniel and Carey Meyer purchased the home from Debra in December 2008. They have already begun renovations.

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A tale of tails…

We had our first Thanksgiving dinner in the Old Vic this weekend. A pleasant weekend with family and friends.

Some relaxing days were well overdue…so I spent an awful lot of time either eating or lounging around in a turkey-induced coma and didn’t get much done to write about.

But there’s always something…

Y’all might remember Pierre the Polydactyl, Maine Coon, Hemingway cat…he and his fuzzy brother Geronimo, the caffeinated (and not so small) kitten travel with us between houses.

They LOVE the Old Vic…4000+ square feet of dusty hardwood floors, a curving staircase, mysterious attics, and secret passages keep them entertained chasing each other (and the two Siamese girl cats…another story) all over the place.

They were with us for the holiday of course…prowling about the place and taking in the wonderful smells of roasting turkey and all the trimmings (did I mention the pumpkin pie?).

We had a cold snap so the gas heaters were on.

Those of you that have ever had or met a Maine Coon will recognize that trademark “question mark” they typically hold their tails at…

Pierre's tail in its customary quesiton mark...

Pierre's tail in it's customary quesiton mark...

See where this is going yet?

Pierre, it seems, would walk by the heater in our room and the tip of his tail, held high yet flopped to the side, would get close enough to the hot exhaust of the heater to singe.

Then I’d spend the next few minutes frantically searching the Old Vic to find out what was burning.

Eventually I recognized the singed hair smell and determined what was happening.

His tail is so fluffy that he never noticed…he probably did it 3 or 4 times. Brushing the singe out leaves no sign…but eventually I guess he’ll figure out what’s up. He’s proud of that tail and quite vain about it.

Besides, that tail has GOT to run out of fur sometime? Heh…maybe not…I’m beginning to suspect if his fur all fell out there would be nothing left but claws…

Fortunately the tail can’t get into the flame. The only time it can even singe is when stuck against the very top of the screen while the heater is putting out the maximum.

Oh, and a side note…since I’m posting cat pics…here’s Pierre indicating that he’s not ready for me to leave for work yet…the black bag underneath contains my laptop and other work essentials…

When a 16 pound cat that’s solid muscle with at least 26 claws claims your bag, you negotiate carefully for its release.

Difficult to leave for work when the cat has the bag...

Snoozin'

Reinforcing his claim

More later…and look for website updates soon (gotta revamp this thing…)

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

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Some progress!

I installed a new heater in the mudroom this weekend. That was the easy part…I spent several hours under the house a few weeks ago adding the gas jet where I wanted it (and another in a different room) and removing several other unwanted ones.

New heater for the mudroom

A new infrared gas heater for the mudroom

This will easily and economically heat the mudroom and utility room, and some of the kitchen too as needed. Thermostat controlled, O2 sensor, thermocouple etc.

Y’all might note that the beadboard is up…

The Mud room is coming along...

Soooo much going on in this picture...

This picture represents a lot. Just a few short months ago it was down to the studs.

Let’s see, we removed the second/added kitchen, moved the window, added the French doors, rebuilt the wall between the utility and sunroom (out of view to the right), added the plumbing manifold and hot water heater, insulation, continued the beadboard, and now, we are starting the finishing touches on the mudroom part of this mess.

That window, by the way, was a basket case. Broken glass, painted shut, broken sash-cords, NO sill etc. It is now smoothly operating, weatherstripped, and nearly trimmed out.

Next up…trim out the door…strip the ceiling (beadboard).

Just for some perspective, the mudroom joins the utility room to the right…here’s a pic of that part of the project:

The utility room...

The Utility room

The washer/dryer goes right there about where the saws are…some cabinetry has to go in…

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

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Safe?

Soooo….put in a new range this weekend. Couldn’t just buy a gas line to hook it up…had to buy a “kit”.

The kit had fittings I didn’t need and others I already had and cost three times what it should have cost, but hey, it’s safe! (that would be in the “sarcasm” font if such a thing existed)

See, it comes with this clever safety valve that supposedly would shut off the gas if there was “excessive flow”…

Well, no matter what I did, what I tried, or how slow I did it, when I turned on any part of the stove the “safety” valve cut the gas off.

This fitting does not work as marketed

The offending gas fitting.

Very safe, you see. If you can’t get any gas at all out, well, you’ll never have a gas fire will you? Somebody designed this. Somebody packaged this. Somebody marketed this. Somebody sold this.

This doesn’t work. Useless all the way through. The time and money expended…over and over and over again…so sad.

It’s part of that trend, you see…slap the word “green” or “safety” or scream, “Won’t somebody please think of the children!” and it sells…and is probably “required” in some places.

Note that this is part of the “hookup kit”, not a part of or sold by the company that made the stove.

So, I had to chuck the valve. That meant that it took me twice the work and time to install the stove as it should have, the expensive kit didn’t have all the fittings I needed (I lucked out and had the missing one) but hey, a small price to pay for safety, right? Would have been cool if it could work.

Sheesh.

I can’t even imagine what it could work for!

“Excessive flow?” Well, “excessive flow” would have to be “more than the stove could need if everything is on”, and that would be about as much as the line can pass at standard pressure. So, maybe, if somebody gets an ax, pulls the stove out, and cuts the flexible plastic-coated-steel line (you won’t break it by pulling on the stove), maybe it would do something. Any smaller leak is just going to appear to the valve to be the stove itself, and I think we’d hear the screaming and gunshots if a guy with an ax was trying to assault our stove anyway.

But now, you see, I’ve changed the kit, so of course I’m responsible for the results, which is bad for the guy with the ax, but pretty much irrelevant to anything else.

And the results are…we can cook with gas! (no leaks).

Safety. It’s not just for breakfast anymore…no…that’s not it…

“Safety. It means no breakfast anymore.”

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

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