Why the blogging has been slow...
To make a place for my son and his family to build a new home at our farm (way more on this later), we decided to raze my parent's house, in which I had grown up. It was not an easy decision, but remodeling looked like one of those "where do we stop tearing things out?" nightmares. This is the house, smack in the middle of our farmstead.
A friend and neighbor who does excavation work and fixes my frequent tile holes was going to demolish the house. But he came to me shortly after we first talked and asked if he could move the house instead. His son and wife, also neighbors all of 2 miles away, were looking for a way to move up to a larger home.
Works for me.
So we've been moving (OK, mostly watching and interfering) a house.
There were a few glitches, like getting stuck. For future reference: the traction and hydraulic power of a excavator should not be underestimated.
Trees can also be an issue, especially late in the evening when everybody is worn out.
But we got it [approximately] above the new foundation.
Which is where we are as of this writing.
I will interview survivors for a future post.
[Note the unusual garments for May 23 in central IL]
Thanks for your patience. What is it about these types of activities that commands our full attention like few other events can?