After Sanding

 

My Sister Helen did not inherit the “lazy” gene; I did.  She lives in our old homestead Daddy built almost 75 years ago.  He put oak floors all through the house excepting in the living room and master bedroom.  In those two rooms he alternated woods.  I think it was oak, walnut and cherry.  All the wood in the house was cut from his 160 acres.   The flooring wood was too.   

Brother Clayton lived here after Dad passed.  He covered most of the wooden floors with carpet—almost white.   Sister Helen is putting the floor back as it once was.  She had to move all her stuff from the living and dining area, pull the carpet, get 75 years of glue off the dining room, pull tacks and nails.  This was an enormous task.  Saturday she rented a huge sander from Home Depot and she reclaimed Dad’s wood.   She still has the edges to get sanded and then she will vanish.   I’m so proud of all her labor.  If my dear Baby Brother had not passed away August 3, she would have had a helper.  They would have argued along the way about who was the boss.  

This was a labor of love…