Thank God Family!

Where do you look when you really need some help and have no money to pay for laborers?  Look no farther than the branches of your family tree.  Thank God for family!  The best free labor money can buy.

I had the pleasure of many family members coming to visit me when our beloved Greenbay Packers came to Seattle.

Nephew Jason, Sister Jennifer and Brother in Law Greg

We went to see a game that was robbed away from the Packers in the final seconds.  As we stumbled back to my place in disbelief and cried in our beers I came up with a brilliant therapeutic activity to take our minds off the mounting depression.  I will have them all help me pour the remaining concrete for footings and foundation wall.  What else would knock them football blues out of us then humping two and a half yards of concrete?  Actually I had set up my final concrete delivery for the day after the game well in advance knowing that I would have an army of family members to take advantage of being the cheap bastard that I am.

Greg's thinking it looks sturdy enough.

So there they all were at 8am with fresh coffee in hand.  Nephew Jason, sister Jennifer, brother-in-law Greg, father-in-law Larry and best friend Keith all ready for the final pour.

So perfect!  Kitchen Foundation Form

Last of the garage footing

I stood proudly over the forms I built so perfectly.  Boasted of how level and plumb they were.  Displayed the artistry of the well placed re-bar and the sturdy bracing.  Presented how clever I was to build ramps into the bracing system so that the wheelbarrows could easily be pushed up into place to pour the cement.  I proclaimed how fast and easy the pour was going to be.  It had to be as I only had 2 hours with the concrete guy before he started charging me $135 per hour.  But you quickly learn that thinking about how a concrete pour is going to go, and how it really does go can be two different realities.

Jason shoveling as fast as he can

Things started smoothly.  Just as I planned.  But concrete is heavy, especially when it is wet.  In fact it's about 350 lbs. per square foot.  And when you think you have plenty bracing to hold up your concrete forms, my advice to you is put in even more.  As the form continued to fill with more and more concrete I heard something creek and the disconcerting sound of my sister shouting ""SHIT!".  One of the corners where she was standing had blown out and concrete was oozing out of the opening.  I quickly jumped over to her and threw some cinder blocks as a wedge to hold the corner together.  Whew!  tragedy averted.  Then I heard the next creaking.  Then some groaning and eventually a loud "POP" and the entire center of the wall began to bulge!  What could I do but loudly curse and run for the jack in my truck?  I worked with a couple of jacks to try to press the form into place and put in more bracing.

Larry Smoothing Away

The moment I got one area stabilized, another area would begin popping.  I had the rest of the team keep pouring the remaining footing for the garage as I took measures to stabilize the form.  The last thing I wanted was for Dana to come home and find $500 worth of concrete spilled all over the lawn.  It took me about 45 minutes to get things secured.  We went 40 minutes over my 2 hour time limit.  Fortunately the concrete delivery guy took pity on me and only charged me for 20 minutes.

Keith does his part

I learned a lot about concrete this day.  I learned that it is wet, heavy and when it dries it is permanent.  Luckily this wall will eventually be hidden under my kitchen.  But for now it sits out in the open as an embarrassing reminder of what I need to do next time.

Yikes!  Not so perfect.
Managed to save it!

My footings however came out perfect!  Now they are finished and I can move on to the fun part.  I think.  I actually have to put down the cinder block for the garage foundation wall.  I am so close, but feel so far!

Many thanks to Friends Keith and Tom, Nephew Jason, Father in Law Larry, Brother in Law Greg, Sister Jennifer and Bother Mike for the help on the concrete forming and pouring.  I couldn't have done it without you!

SCORE!

Hello my three fans.  I have been away from my blog for a while.  A long while.  It's primarily because not much had progressed on this project over the summer months and I kind of fell into a funk of frustration over this.  The "work stoppage" came down to a number of things.  However, the biggest was money.  Or lack there of.

As much as I try to do this on as little money as possible, get as many things as I can for free, recycling what others discard there are simply some things that need to be bought and paid for.  Like concrete.  In my last entry, the concrete was pouring, but only enough to do half of the foundation work.  Then the summer came, trips were taken, expenses came up and money disappeared.  I'm sure most of you are like me living pay check to pay check that even a $200 dollar purchase of concrete can cause a major dilemma in your creative abilities to balance the books.  Even the big banks and Wall Street investment houses can only get so creative with how they balance the books.  I had to do it the old fashion way and simply admit that I didn't have enough money.  I had to save a little at a time until I came up with it.  Kind of the way we use to do things before credit cards.  I do have to give credit to my wife Dana who manages the family accounts.  I tend to live in the financial moment and I can be generally clueless as to how I spend my money.  I would have had no problems buying more concrete without noticing that my daughter has old worn out shoes or there was no food in the fridge.  Dana has a better grasp on the realities of the parental financial priorities.

So yes, I have spent some money on this garage.  I set a goal of no more than $1000.  Very optomistic!
How much have I spent?  All right... no cooking the books.  Like all good businesses, transparency is what we're after.  Here are the financial reality of this project to date:

Dumpster: $100 (split with the house expenses as half the dumpster was used for the disposal of the old deck, half for the garage roof.)
One trip to the Seattle Dump: $30
One large tarp: $40
Rental of the Concrete Saw and the Jack Hammer: $260
Cost of rebar: $25
Rebar Chairs: $8.16
Wire to tie rebar: $3.85
1 Large box of 3" screws: $16.79
First load of concrete: $123.45 (I thought that was a pretty fun total)
Breakfast and Lunch for my friend Keith who helped with the concrete: $22.72
And yes, I have the final load of concrete that I am estimating at: $200.35
Grand Total: $830.30

Sadly I am off my last prediction of how much I thought I have spent. I'm realizing that I will most likely have to up my overall budget.  Perhaps $2,000?
I hope not that much.  So I have to break the funk, pump up the optimism and up my search for the free material.

Free material came.  In fact a huge score on the building materials came in the form of my neighbor down the street adding onto the back of this house and remodeling his kitchen.  His deck came off and ended up in my back yard.  He took out some doors and windows and they ended up in my back yard.  They started tearing apart another house down the street and...(you guessed it) stuff ended up in my back yard.  I have become a common site in our neighborhood carrying items home for the garage and gaining some interesting looks along with questions as to what the hell am I  going to do with all this stuff. ("Junk" was the word my wife actually used)  Every time I enter my yard I can hear the soundtrack to "Sanford and Son" playing in my head.  Dana has become adept at humming the tune in perfect pitch.   The best reaction was when I scored on a 300gal. plastic water tank that was at least 10 feet long.  She came out to take a look at me rolling the thing into the yard.  She simply rolled her eyes, shook her head, turned around and went back inside without a word.  I have to admit that I am starting to become overwhelmed myself with all the stuff.  But you have to grab somethings at the time they are available or lose out.  You also have to have a clear vision of what your project will finally look like but be flexible to to change that vision if something better comes up.  It's a man's way of looking at a lot of things in life.  Especially when he enters his forties.

So what have I scored on to date.  Let me give you a quick list:
- 2 skylights.
- 1 large double pain fixed window.
- 1 multiple pane swivel window.
- 1 large double pane single hung window
- 1 full day lite exterior door
- Roughly 300 lf of 2x6 cedar boards (these will make an awesome floor)
- 60 8" cinder blocks to build the foundation wall
- A small stock pile of framing material.
- I also salvaged 320 sf of oak flooring that will eventually go into my kitchen. ( I wish I would have saved ever damn nail that I have pulled out of something when I got started.  I may have filled a 5 gal. bucket by now)

Material accumulates in the tent

So the materials accumulate and the challenge is where to put it all.  In my neurotic discomfort with clutter, my weekly chore over the summer turned out to be organizing, stacking and re-organizing my piles of stuff.  I guess this made up for my lack of movement on the construction.  But organized it is! Stuffed into every crawl space, every open stackable space in my house, my garage tent, my yard and you'd never know it was there.  A big help was finding some industrial size pallets that I was able to cut up into 6 foot pieces and they made the perfect lumber rack.  One in the garage tent and one in a crawl space in my basement.

My fear is that the summer is over and the wet months are back again and the garage tent is looking pretty worn.  I had to replace the tarp on the garage as the old one lost it's ability to repel water.  In fact it simply was acting as a small obstacle for the water to pass through only slowing it down for a moment.

More accumulates in the crawl space.

But I have enough material for the moment.  I just gotta get that foundation finished.  The autumn has been fairly nice here in Seattle so I have to take advantage of it and get this garage anchored down before the wind blows and the heavy rain falls and the garage tent collapses!

WISH ME LUCK.

and even more in the basement!

Where do I put it all!

Historical Marker - The Concrete Poureth!!

I love to find little historical markers.  Little (or big) plaques that have been put in place to mark a historic event.  Seattle seems to have them all over the place.  Some in the most unnoticed of places.  My favorite  is a marker down by the port of Seattle sitting by a little used sidewalk hidden among the weeds.  It is a plaque celebrating the first full service auto station that sat on that site in 1907.

 I try to imagine what this road was like in 1907.  An elevated road on the outskirts of town, sitting atop of a mound of dirt to keep it out of the tide flats.  The building itself was probably sitting on piles over the fluctuating tide water and raw sewage.  Now it's a road at least a 1/4 mile from the water, filled in over the years.  Instead of the escape route out of town that it once was, it's now an industrial artery for semi-trucks hauling containers in and out of the harbor.  There are other such markers on my bike route to work marking "maritime" history where there is no longer water or shoreline.

This marks the shipyard that built the USS Nebraska.
Nowhere near the water!

Things shift and move, whether by humans or nature, they move.  We leave behind a marker with a plaque to commemorate some event.  Nature leaves it's own markers like a huge boulder sitting in the middle of a field miles from the mountains, glacial silt under the layers of dirt or some frightening remains of an ancient settlement that was buried under 200' of mud.  Humans are so temporary.  But we try to make a permanent presence. Concrete has certainly helped that.





I have been watching the deconstruction of an old stretch of highway through downtown Seattle.  They are prepping the area to dig a tunnel for the new highway.  It's been an incredible process to see. First to watch the old one come down.  A structure, that when built in the 1950's was considered "state of the art"  Now only 60 years old is worn and outdated.  It also sits on top of what was an old tide flat so in the last earthquake it really took a hit.  They tore down part of it in record time and now it sits as a mountain of gravel that they are using again in the construction of the new highway.  What's incredible is what they are digging up out of that old tide flat area.  Used for years as a dump by a developing town and eventually a city.  You thought I found some incredible things in my backyard, the state has a team of volunteers sifting through the muck they dig up looking for long ago buried trash, now becoming museum artifacts.  Will they look at our garbage the same way in 100 years?  Or  maybe they will  they  be mining our landfills for depleted resources?

One of the drilling machines.  behind is the
viaduct being torn down

Back to the concrete... There is tons of it going into the construction of this tunnel.  In order to start digging the tunnel they are drilling a series of 5' wide holes down about 100' then lowering a tower of rebar into the hole and pumping it full of concrete. Each one of these columns of concrete are placed side by side creating a concrete box in the deep field of mud. There they can then dig out the inner part of the box and eventually lower in the tunnel boring machine the size of one of the ferries that travels from Seattle to one of the many islands.  Most of those ferries can hold up to 200 cars.

Hard to see, but those are 5' wide 100 ' long columns of rebar.

 This concrete box is meant to hold back the tide flat, mud and the waters of the Puget Sound within a seismically active area. We  humans believe that concrete is forever.  And perhaps it is within the time frame of our "forever".  The Hoover Dam still holds back water.  The footings of the Empire State Building still hold that tall structure up and Chernoble's radioactive core is "forever" entombed on a block of solid concrete.  My hope is that the same faith that was put behind the power of that concrete will give the new life needed to my little garage.

My lively passenger

Keith at the kitchen footing form

So I was back at it again.  I borrowed the truck I needed with a towing capacity of 2500 lbs. I went to Handy Andy and got me a yard of concrete to go. I can't tell you how much fun it is to cruise down the highway doing 50+mph with a live, uncovered load of concrete sloshing around behind you.  Take the turns easy and pray for no sudden stops!  Luckily I had my campadre Keith for moral support as I heaved the lively load up and over the West Seattle Bridge and on over to my little construction site.  The only real scare came from working my way up the rather steep hill of my alley.  But no concrete was lost.  We had to work fast as I only had the hopper that the concrete came in for 2 hours.  With two wheel barrels on hand Keith and I humped the first yard into place.  That was specifically for the footing for the eventual kitchen remodel.  I was pretty amazed at how long it takes to wheel in a yard of concrete.  I feel it took us 30 trips from the alley to the form to fill it.  That was enough to stretch my arms out about 3" and wipe us out for the day.

 My second day of concrete I was not fortunate to have Keith's help.  Luckily this load was only 3/4 of a yard.  Little lighter, a little less to pour but no less painful on my back.  I did get the help of Danny the 8 year old boy who lives next door.  He was extremely helpful at keeping the cement mixed and then hosing out the hopper.

Finished Footing North Side

 
I have one more pour to finish the footings under the garage.  Soon the footing will be one with rock that sits under the earth by my garage.  Rock connected to concrete.  Nature's marker of some natural event connecting it to my modern day event.  This time I leave behind my own historical marker.

Patience Really Is A Virtue

I have a job that demands that you attempt to do five things at once.  That you hurry up and get everything done yesterday.  A job that requires a great deal of focus and a great lack of patience.  Unrealistic deadlines are promised to appease the client and then we burn the midnight oil to meet that deadline.  Unfortunately this impatience has spilled into the rest of my life.  I get pissed off if I have to wait more than a minute for a red light, or if the ATM machine is not giving me my money fast enough.  I get snappy if my daughter is walking to slow.  I scream at my computer if it's not downloading something fast enough.  I rush into work super early, stay late, sit in traffic and listen to the redundant news reports making observations of our impatient society. This garage project however is slowly eroding that impatience and making me aware that a more normal time line requires the virtue of patience.  When I started I knew the digging was going to take some time.   The demo had to be carefully done, so that would also take some time.  Once I was past that I figured things were going to fly.  But when your goal is to spend as little money as possible and acquire most of the materials for free, things have a way of taking much more time than you expect.  Trying to compact and level the ground where your footing is going to go when you still have a "floating" garage wall in the way takes time.  Building forms when your scrounging wood takes time.  Finding free rebar requires incredible patience! (No one gives that stuff away!) Tying rebar is insanely slow.  Of course there's always that "job" situation that gets in the way.  The weather also took its toll on my timeline.  How easy it is to spend a raining day on the couch with a good book than to be sloshing around in the mud.  This late winter and spring in Seattle have been pretty wet.  But the sun is breaking out of the clouds for longer periods, the days are extending and my motivation to get this damn thing onto a foundation is in high gear.  It survived the winter storms (although the tent is almost toast) but I can't push my luck.  Not to mention I don't want to raise the curiosity of to many neighbors as my garage continues to mysteriously hover eight inches off the ground. But... as I implied, "Patience is not only a virtue in this situation, by completely necessary.

I've had a few small victories over the past months.  I did hunt down some re-bar for virtually free.  Sitting in someone's back yard that he sold me for a third of the going price.  (I will have to calculate how much will go into the garage foundation as I am also building the footing for my kitchen at the same time.)  I have hunted down a couple of salvaged skylights and a window.  I acted to slow on a great daylight door that would have been perfect so that didn't end up in my collection.  (a little to much patience) I also pain stakenly moved over 100 pieces of salvaged limestone pavers to my yard that will eventually be a patio where the tent is currently sitting.

With every victory though, I have had setbacks.  I spent three days tying re-bar into place.  I had to lay it out into the correct location so that it will fit eventually fit within the cinder blocks I plan to make the wall with.  I took my time to measure out and mark the location of where every piece needed to go, only to discover that I was off by 2" each!  I had to cut them all out and start over… Patience!  In order to bend the re-bar, I had to get a hold of a re-bar bender.  I had to keep borrowing one from work and could only use it when they were not using it... Patience!  When I had the money to buy the concrete, the weather was bad.  When the weather was good I didn't have the money... Patience!  

Currently I only have enough forming material to do one side of the garage foundation at a time as.  Once that concrete is poured, I will have to pull apart the forms and reuse them on the other side... Patience!  Of course the big rock I have to form around is not helping either... Patience!

Finally the stars where align!  I had the money, I had the good weather, and I had a truck with a trailer hitch, the rebar in place, I WAS GOOD TO GO.  I got up early with great anticipation to go get my concrete!  What a way to start my three-day holiday.   Pouring at least one footing was going to be a milestone.  I got to the concrete yard ready for action.  I was then told that the power was down and they couldn't mix concrete that day.  "You'll have to reschedule,” the concrete man said to my disappointed face... Patience.  

Oh well.  I guess I'll weed the garden.

Heavy Work

Happy May Day!  

I haven't updated this blog in a while and I do apologize as I have found myself extremely busy.  Like most in America, I have found myself busy with work.  I should clarify as I do enjoy a good day of work.  What I mean is my JOB.  The activity that which takes up most of the hours of my life and pays for the roof over my head, the food on the table and the clothes on my back.  I could bitch and moan about how much I am dis-satisfied with my job, but that would be preaching to the choir, right? I do not mind putting in my time to earn a wage, but within reason.  I find myself spending 9, 10 sometimes 12 hours of my day dedicated to my job in order to meet deadlines.  Bringing work home with me.  Getting up earlier to get some things done before my phone starts ringing and distracts me from my  assigned tasks.  If this job was my passion, or paid me a larger salary, I'd feel better about the 50 hour weeks.  But it is not, and therefore I watch the days pass, wanting like most, the time to spend with my daughter or go out to the woods for a day of fishing or working on my garage.  

Today is May 1^st.  “May Day” or International Worker’s Day.  As I celebrate this day labor I want to tell you about a park in my hometown of Milwaukee WI.  In this park there is a forgotten monument that sits in the ground with grass and weeds hiding it from view.  A metaphor to our fading historical memory.  The monument memorializes a day in the 1886 when a massacre happened at a steel mill that once sat on that spot.  Workers in the mill went on strike.  The steel company sent in their thugs to break up the strike.  The strikers refuse to yield so the state where dispatched to break up the strike and protect the factory.  As the workers march onto the factory the nervous troops opened fire on the unarmed strikers killing seven and wounding many.  What were the mill workers striking for?  What did some die for?  They were demanding an eight-hour work day.  Like many factory workers in America at the time they were forced to work 12 to 16 hour shifts in dangerous conditions and live in cramped company houses. (sound familiar)  The unions organized demanding safe working conditions, better wages and the eight-hour day.  "8 HOURS OF WORK, 8 HOURS OF SLEEP AND 8 HOURS TO DO AS YOU WILL!" was their slogan.   Oh how I want those eight hours to do as I will.  Where's my union rep?  Long gone.  Actually I'm part of the management team, so I guess I would have been on the other side.

But back to my May Day Celebration…I want to tell you a little about the city I grew up in.  Milwaukee, once a manufacturing Mecca of the mid-west, cradle of progressive politics and blue-collar fraternal union.  The only city in America that voted into power the Socialist Party that held the Mayor's office from 1910 until the 1960.  Developing a governing philosophy of “Public Enterprise”.  Known as the “Sewer Socialists as they strived clean up government and provide their citizens working sewers, good roads and decent public education.  (I can see why so many feel frighten by socialism!)

I think of the blue-collar middle class neighborhood I grew up in.  Most of folks living there had manufacturing jobs and were members of a union. In fact, at their peak in the 50's through the late 70's 8 out of 10 manufacturing workers in Milwaukee (and most of the U.S.) were union members.  The middle class was broad and strong.  People in my neighborhood were able, on their blue collar wages, buy a house, send their kids to college, and provide a pretty stable environment for their family.  I remember many strikes as a kid.  I remember the big factories shutting down to move out of the US for the cheaper labor.  Big names like Allis Chalmers, Harnischfeger, Johnston Controls, and Caterpillar.   Even the factories that made Milwaukee famous, Schlitz, Blats, Pabst were bought up, boarded up and shipped out.  The empty factories turned into shopping centers for K-marts, Wallmarts and Home Depots.  The arguments started and still plays out today;  Where the unions to unyielding and spoiled that they drove the jobs over seas, or did greed?  I do wonder.  I’ve seen first hand union cronyism, but I also look at a company like Apple that makes billions in profits while the people who make their products work in similar conditions of those who died in the 1886 massacre. While in the U.S. the resentment of those not being able to have a decent paying job or a secure life has somehow been directed against the entity that once built our middle class.  The unions have been decimated , the middle class is crumbling and the last havens of union security are now caught in a witch hunt.  Being hunted down and snuffed out as many watch from the sidelines stating "I don't get these kind of benefits, why should they?"  Now I recently read an article in the Economist how manufactures are starting to move their operations back to America because Chinese labor is getting to expensive.  And I, like many Americans now work 10 to 12 hour days.  Go figure.

But enough of my socialistic babble.  What the hell is going on with my garage?  As I said, I've had little time to work on it.  Perhaps I’ve never really had a lot of time as this has been a slow process, but I'm growing more impatient to get this thing on a foundation.  The winds have been relentless this past winter and I've spent an unyielding amount of time repairing my garage tent.  Things have kept pretty dry all things considered and my lovely green tarp continues to hold.

I did have to spend some money on some heavy equipment in order to break up the perimeter of the existing slab.  I needed to gain at least 8 inches to put in the form for the new spread footing.  I rented a concrete saw for a couple of hours to score a nice clean line.  This was a bit of a challenge to control this saw in such a confined space without killing my lower back.  Not to mention the exhaust.  It was like having my mouth on the tail pipe of a car.  (talk about creating my own safe working conditions) I was pretty light headed by the time I finished and covered with water and concrete dust.  I was under the delusion that the slab was only 4" thick, so I thought that I could simply bust it up with a sledge hammer and some brute force.  I was sadly mistaken.  My fist swing at the concrete could have been the inspiration to a  Bugs Bunny cartoon.  As the head of the sledge hammer made contact with concrete I anticipated some push back, but not to the degree that I ended up feeling.  The impact shooting right through my arms through my shoulders straight through my spine to my hips and eventually my knees.  I stepped back for a moment and realized I had to rent even more equipment.  Thus started my second journey to the  tool rental  store (Center Tool Rental in White Center is  great!) to get me something fun!  

A 20lbs jack hammer.  Rented it for the 2 hour minimum, but it only took me 20 minutes to bust out that baby. 

Although I found  that there was really no attempt to level the ground before the slab was poured so the slab was any where from 4 to 8" thick as I pulled it out.  

Once I had that out.  Yes, it was time for more digging.  But I’ll spare you that and get to the next exciting phase.  But right now, I have to get back to my job.

Nice and clean

TREASURES

The entry you all have been waiting for!  Treasures from deep beneath the ground of my backyard.  The following photos are a collection of objects that have been unearthed as I did the "Big Dig" around the garage.  Special thanks to my friend Francis LasPinas for some of the more artsy photos.

THE COINS

I owe my former chickens the credit for finding the mercury head dime and the 50 cents token. (Good Lord!  I was just looking for the cent symbol on the keyboard and there isn't one!!)  You can see that the chickens got a few good pecks at the token before finally picked it up to investigate the finding.  I found the $1 token and the 2 Indian Head nickels during the dig.  I don't believe these all must have been dropped at the same time as the dime is dated 1944.  One one the nickels you can barely make out the date of 1928.  The two tokens I did some research on and here the story.  The St. Elias Packing Company has offices in Seattle and built a packing plant in Yakutat Alaska in 1909.  The records i was able to look up on line showed that it only operated this particular plant until 1916 when it was sold to another company.  I had found quite a few of these tokens on some crazy websites dedicated to token collecting. This has lead me to believe that yes, there is a website for just about anything.  One site listed these as "company script payed to workers for trade in dry goods".  So whoever had the holes in their pockets probably dropped these in my yard pretty early in the last century.  My house was built in 1920. I'm sure the garage came shortly after it.

WHO KNOWS WHAT?

So many objects lost.  So many found.  You can see the name The Wehrle Co. of Newark Ohio on the gage.  In my research I came across an article about The Wehrle Co. "maker of cooking and heating stoves".  So this is a temperature gage for a stove.  The ones I saw were small cast iron stoves that stood about 3 feet high with a door on the front.  The Wehrle Co. started in 1899 and was eventually changed their name to the Newark Stove Co. in 1939.  Sears & Roebuck Co. bought them in 1945 and began producing Kenmore Stoves at the plant.  The bottle I would like to think is old, but given the screw top and the fact I found it near where the garbage cans sit, it's probably an old vanilla bottle from the past decade.

However, this bottle shows a little more hope of being an antique.  The key?  Looks like it's for a clock.  The bullet casing?  I can imagine someone hunting grouse when it was farm fields or shooting rats in an urban alley.  The gold item is the remains of a cuff link.

I'm still looking for the fork and the plate to this set.
The spoon is actually silver.

Of course not all the objects I found were elegant treasures.  Some gave me reason to wonder.  I dug up a number of bones.  I'm not sure if they were from a family pet from long ago of if this old ax head that I uncovered had anything to do with bones.

Or these fine implements of torture.  

However Francis had a more clever outlook on these.

Imagine shaving with this.  For some of you looking at this blog you may not know what Woolworth was.  It was the Wallmart of it's time.

I found an old battery that had completely disintegrated, but the paper label remained.  Made by the Winchester Repeating Arms Co.  Check out the date.  A month and year of great importance to our country.  But behold the finest object to be pulled from the depths of the garage walls!  An object that truly symbolizes a bygone era.  Good thing to find after a hard day of digging in the dirt.