Towards the end of April I was at Paul and Sam’s place about a mile outside of Hannibal. I had been invited to help erect a pine timber-frame structure which is intended to be a rather elaborate chicken-house. I don’t think the chickens will really appreciate it, frankly, but at least they will be out of the garage where they have been living.
I really didn’t help much, as there were six or so guys working on the project when I got there. I took photos and talked with the official documenter of the occasion, a daughter of one the friends who was helping. She’s sixteen years old and wants to be a reporter and writer for the Quincy Herald-Whig newspaper. She wants to go to MSU in Columbia, MO and take their highly-regarded journalism course. She lives in Hannibal with her father but disdains the Hannibal newspaper; it does suck, I freely admit. That’s Duane standing next to her; he’s a guitarist I’ve played with off and on over the years:
It was quite an interesting process to watch. It was the first time I have ever seen a gin-pole being used; a gin-pole is a two-legged triangular structure used to hoist heavy items with the help of a block-and-tackle. A gin-pole is effective, but they aren’t seen much these days due to the advent of hydraulic power equipment. Gin-poles can be dangerous to their users — “Oh, no, it’s slipping! Heads up!”
Some more photos from the occasion:
That’s Paul, whose chickens will presumably one of these days live in the structure.
A cross-beam or girt being lowered onto a rebar pin:
The whole crew, after the frame had been successfully erected. Time to eat some spaghetti!
I got a kick out of witnessing this construction process; a group of friends making a structure come to life.