Flooding in the cellar with all this rain. Yesterday I took a tumble going down my cellar stairs. A light bulb had blown and I went down to change it. With all the rain and flooded cellar  the fourth step from the bottom had deteriorated.  I found  myself  trapped between the third step and the fifth step. I was standing in about 8 inches of water with both feet. No scrapes or scratches.  Somehow I managed to raise one leg to the third step and then the other leg til I stood on the stairway again.  Then I was able to climb back up the stairs. And no I did not replace that bulb.

Be extra careful  if you cellar floods

Granddad Ladd

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Older folks are much more prone to take falls. Does not matter where it occurs. Growing older is a slow process. None of us like to admit that we simply cannot do the things or take falling down as easily as we once did. 

I get up each morning feeling pretty good. But when my feet hit the floor I am very unsteady and have to sit down to regain steadiness. 

It is important for their offspring to understand that their parents are simply unable to get around as quickly as just a few months earlier. Offspring should realize that the "WORLD" their parents grew up in is much different then their offspring is dealing with.

TV was just coming into operation when I was about 8 years old. 

Hand cranked telephones were only slowly being replaced by dial phones. Even electric lights had not become the norm for everyone yet.

What you have and enjoy today is the result of your grandparents and parents trying to make things better for you and your own children and grandchildren.

Granddad Ladd

Guess nobody cares about anything except fattening their pocketbook! It is a sad world indeed to be so stuck on accumulating dollar bills that anything else concerning the process of living and happiness of present and future generations simply does not matter.

Granddad Ladd
Hey Bill,

Be careful. Do you have a sump pump to keep your cellar dry? Do you have a dirt basement or concrete? I know older homes with stone foundations often just have dirt floors. If you have concrete, might consider making a hole into the gravel below your floor and dropping a pump in there. It will pump the water out before it gets into your basement.

Our 200 year old house has a pipe that leaves the corner of the foundation to the pond. When we first moved in we have a hurricane and the pipe from the pond must have pressurized because the basement had about a foot of water and, all of a sudden it all drained. Really weird.

Oh well, be well.

Originally there was a drain under the wall. The soil is clay. The drain slopes away from the house.  One large Willow tree. And then a smaller ash tree were planted About 1909. The ash died from Emerald beetle and came down this summer. I believe that willow roots partially clogged the drain. Many years later I dug up the drain and replaced it with 4 inch plastic under the wall and in cellar. Also continued it following the original slope. Thru the remaining years, water would flood and bring silt from above. I tried to divert water from above house. As I got older and less able to tend to all the maintenance and excessive rain this year, silt, wood chips ectera finished clogging drain.

Thanks for your reply!

 Tell you more later  Granddad Ladd

Well, if was was near, I’d give ya a hand. No one there to help you?

Excusing me for laughing Thomas,  No one wants to do any physical labor any more. If it cant be done by pushing a button, forget it. 

I came from a line of folks that do their own work. For instance if a machine needed repair, And I needed a special tool or one I did not have, I would buy it myself. Anything from a soldering iron to a welder or cutting torch. 

Back to the house

Before my wife and I moved into it, if I recall correctly, about 1972 I had to dig under the wing that was attached to the upright part. Up right part was built first with cellar under it. Wing built as money became available. However it had only large flat rocks under each corner and thru the center. Frost had lifted and settled back in place year after year on this wing. To combat this I went under each corner and the timber thru the center and dug holes. I dropped fifty gallon drums in each hole and filled with concrete. Later I wanted to add another room out back. I hand dug a trench for a concrete footer. When it came time to build forms for concrete, I was unable to square it up no matter what with the wing. What was I doing wrong?

Dad came to help me do a cross  angle, corner to corner, with a tape measure. It was only then we discovered that thru the years the end of the wing had slid, rocks and all down hill about a foot. A paralellogram in effect. 

So now I went back under the house and started digging with the intention of grunting and groaning these concrete filled fifty back a foot. Once I got that done, I borrowed a couple of hydraulic rams and set up a series of four rams with separate control for each pair.  Using my tractor hydraulic system, I carefully pushed each ram inches at a time  against the sills, which by the way I had placed two inch pipe rollers under sills.

Got it back within one inch of the original position. No one helped me do any of this! Only Dad helped me to do the original squaring up.

Granddad Ladd

But I was 35 or 40 years old then and at my prime.

The house no longer snaps, creaks or make other strange noises since I put in those barrels of concrete under the wing part. Previous to installing concrete barrels, I noticed the roll roofing I had covered the roof with, had buckled with. It never occurred to me the entire end of house was moving. Just thought maybe the hot sun and cool nights were at work loosing roofing nails.

Now if I can just divert water  permanently around the house we will be fine concerning this problem.

Granddad Ladd

Sitting by the wood burning cook stove this morning, I began to recall just how rich my life has been. Old Uncle  Charlie and Aunt Allie would set me down by their  cook stove and say, "Lets take a little comfort Billy!"  

This was when I was about three years old. We still lived in Geneva, New York. My parents were building a new house. I recall my mother's brother in law doing some finishing work like hanging doors and plastering walls. He was not working at the time. It was about 1937. It was fun playing with the curls of wood as he shaved doors to fit the casings.

Yes, a small thing to store in the memory, but as you approach the end of life, these little incidents become a way to pass the time away.

Granddad Ladd

Buying a heating stove!

You would not believe the hassle it was to purchase a heating stove on BLACK FRIDAY.  Lu and I decided to purchase a pellet fueled heating stove. The  reason partly is I like the wood heat rather then gas. So on a couple days early Lu and I went to a place that sells many items including farm supplies and other hardware items. They had a couple of pellet heating stoves reduced a few hundred dollars for Black Friday. Sale did not start for a couple more days.  Friday came and Lu called about that stove.

"We will be right over with the money" Lu told them. But by the time we got there that stove had been sold. However they would order another one for the same sale price. But they would not accept a debit card for that order. But if  you bought one of the store's gift card they would that stove. However the delivery would not come to the store. It would be to your house. and that would cost extra.

All fine and good. So Lu found out the bottom line, including the delivery charge to our home. She went to the desk to purchase the gift card for the exact amount the sale was going to cost including the delivery to our home.  The sale was made and delivery was to be in about 4 days. In the meantime a brutal storm hit at the stove's shipping area. All truck traffic was banned. Our stove sat in a snowbank in a western state. Lu Ann and I sat waiting for our stove to appear. It did not show up. Lu called the store and was told about the truck ban but as soon as it was lifted, (about 4 more days) and it would be here.  Instead, it was shipped to another farther away town. We could drive to this more distant town but we would not get our shipping charges payment back. Plus the cost of this added trip.

"That's not going to work" said Lu Ann. We paid to have it brought to our house. We made arrangements for trucking from a friend if necessary from your store and then you told us no more deliveries to our store. You will have to make your own pick up arrangements."  

Lu Ann said, "Ok but you will have to refund delivery charges since we paid you delivery directly to our house!

Stay tuned! more to come!

Granddad Ladd

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