My Uncle Felix built the wall, floor and built in drawers in this downstairs bedroom in 1952. The walls and floor and attention to detail carried over into the ‘party room’ and a second kitchen area. He hung pictures that showed the Sierras, Mountain lakes, Western themes…all things that were appealing to the Wisconsin boy transplanted to the West in the 1930’s. Classy then, when I was a young lad. Still classy and durable today.
Stunning workmanship – your Uncle Felix is so talented. Wood has such a phenomenal grace to it. What floors me is that every piece comes from the air that we breathe, from the process that provides our oxygen! Bravo Mother Nature – we salute you!
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I so agree. Right now I have a stack of odds and ends of scrap lumber from a renovation project. The tradesmen left it all behind. I have culled out pieces I may have a use for. I have posted in Craigslist 5 times for free lumber and not one taker. Today a drop box arrived and it will go into the box and in some form of fashion be returned to the earth. But it seems wrong as my Uncle, my Dad, my father in law now loved wood. Something vital about it and I respect those that can work with it.
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A rich and classy look into past craftsmanship 🙂
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52, year I was born, holding up rather well I’d say, the woodwork that is.
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Ha! I totally know what you mean and agree.
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Very cool. Thanks for sharing. I just helped a friend build some window valances from some reclaimed knotty pine for her knotty pine 2nd floor.
I even wrote a poem you might enjoy.
http://fortressofdissolitude.wordpress.com/2014/08/12/musings-on-knotty-pine-memories/
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Thank you for sharing Joe.
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Beautiful detail and workmanship.
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I am glad you appreciate it Gallivanta
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wood overload 🙂
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Yes but I have come to love it. Perhaps because my uncle constructed this and I have come to fall in love with the 40’s/50’s styles. My parent’s basement was bare concrete walls coated with anti-leaking stuff and then painted some off white color. The floor if not bare were painted a, what did my dad call it? ‘Battleship Grey’. So I like the richness of the wood.
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I remember when my parents pulled up the carpet in our old house and discovered perfectly detailed parkay’d wood floors just like those in your post. Nice.
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Gorgeous! You just don’t see much of that anymore!
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