When we bought this house it had an old cast iron fireplace on a big rock hearth backed by a rock wall with
a halfwall on the right side. I got tired of the monstrosity and tore it out, without taking any pictures of it.
The removal included taking out the old stove pipe through the attic and roof that leaked every time it rained
and replacing it with a new one that exited through the side of the house. I do not have and pictures of the
destruction or construction, but here is the finished product.
The mantle, its supports and the two side shelves are 8/4 Cherry that I happened to have in the shop. The
rock was reused from the original tear out. The portrait is my father painted by my cousin. I gave him a
picture of dad at 70, but he remembered him at 65, so that is what he painted. The little gentleman on
the burro in the lower left hand corner is my hero Pedro whom I have had for several decades. Since I can
am like Pogo “the laziest person alive, but people just will not give me a chance to prove it.” He has to do
all my loafing for me, but one of these days I will catch up. I added the special lighting above the portrait, the
box is also cherry, with a row of upward slanting cooling holes in case someone replaces the lamps with some
that are not cool. I still have to get the oak to build a small hardwood floor to cover the area that was covered
by the original hearth, but other than that it is finished
As ever, Gus the 71 year young laborer trying to become an apprentice carpenter.
-- As ever, Gus-the 78 yr young apprentice carpenter