Human engenuity and the human spirit…it’s something we all have , sometimes supressed…but it will always be there…sometimes the old ways , are still the best ways.
Awesom shit…
THANKZ
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Thanks Matt…the more people who get some inspiration from this , the better.
Good stuff Kayu.
Hard to imagine sometimes that 100 years ago, houses had no plastic in them.
Always loved the stories how settlers would burn down old houses just for the nails to build another.
Skill, Pride & Craftsmanship.
awe inspiring.
Thanks
For me it is an extremely satisfying thing to build a structure from the ground up on undeveloped ground. Same thing when you finish a board and see someone ripping on it. Even better when you get to re-visit after forty years and see it still in good repair. It is the business that burns out the soul, not the task.
Thank you.
Seriously humbling.
I know nothing.
There is a 2 minute longer version including,
‘moss collection in the local swamp and finishing of the frame’
Inspirational! Thanks
125 years ago my great grandfather and his crew framed a house a day with no power tools, moved homes with a team of mules
Life was very different 100 years ago, especially here in Hawaii. Dad told me how his grandfather used his horses to clear land long the ocean in Nanakuli and then built a house there. My grandparents built several homes themselves. We helped build a beach shack when I was in high school. Did it the way people call barn raising. Lots of hands to build the frames, then pull them into place with ropes and levers.
My grandfather did a lot of wood work. Made quite a bit of furniture, and several boats, all by hand. He died before I was born, but my dad had a lot of the furniture. He has some photos of the boats and they were pretty good size row boats. He was a surveyor for the Army Corps of Engineers and used the boats to do his sounding and make maps of the near shore topography. My dad and his brothers would row the boats and help.
Dad said he would get rough wood, cut and plane it by hand then steam it and bend it to make the hulls. My uncle told me how grandpa had so much patience when he did the wood work. He’d sand it down till it was smooth as glass before adding a laquer finish.