I’ll Be Your Handyman: A Photo Essay
So why is my kid beating the wall with a hammer while Grandma stands in the background taking pictures? There’s a 144 year-long story behind that.
The key to understanding my house is knowing that it was built in 1870 (by the man our street is named for–he built the first 3 houses on the street, for himself and his children), and in 2006 we bought it for roughly 60% of the median home price in our town. For you renters, that means it’s going to need a lot of renovation.
Here’s my biggest problem area. The area in the center of the picture is a small shallowly sloped roof above our entry hall. For years the area had improper drainage, which led to structural damage. Beneath the green trim piece parallel to the guttering, a stud had rotted through at the bottom. Worse than that, beneath the window seen in the left of the picture, the foundation beam had rotted out, as seen here.
Of course the bad drainage had also rotted the wood siding, so I replaced that as well, which also allowed me to improve the insulation and add house wrap.
Last year I had new gutters put in, taking care of the poor drainage problem. But the other, more serious, problem is that there has never been any insulation under that roof, so rising heat melts snow, the water flows down until it hits the colder roof above the eaves, where it re-freezes and creates an ice dam, which then causes meltwater to back up under the shingles where it pours down into the wall, damaging wood and weakening plaster. Pre-existing repairs in our entry hall tell us that this has been an on-going problem, and we’ve experienced it several times ourselves, including a severe case this year that left plaster barely clinging to lath. It was time to replace it, so my daughters got to have the rare pleasure of smashing the walls with mom and dad’s approval.
This necessitated removing all the wood trim on the walls, window and doorway. Not that we should have had to remove the plaster from around the door, since that’s nowhere near the leak, but because of the way the lath was structured, when you tear out this section, it forces you to tear out the next section, which forces you to tear out the next section… This is how things work in an old house, and I’m glad that I was at least able to save the opposite wall. But here’s how our entryway ended up.
All this will be replaced with drywall. I’d love to replaster it, to keep the character of the old house, but that’s cost-prohibitive. Maybe if my income was what people tend to assume it is…
But with all that water coming into the walls through the years, there has to be wood damage, right? Right. Here’s the beam at the top of the wall.
As bad as that looks, it’s an easy fix. Just support the rafters, cut out the rotted part with the sawz-all, and put in some new lumber.
It’s just like what we did with the foundation beam, but I didn’t even have to jack up the house. And I had enough scrap lumber on hand that I didn’t need to buy any. Sweet, eh?
Ah, but in a case like this you never know what damage lies beneath the surface. Once I cut out that section of beam, I could see all the other damaged wood. The ends of the 2 rafters and 2 joists you see in the picture above are rotted out, as are the fascia behind that beam and and the sill plate plate underneath it, along with the roof sheathing above it all. And just like that, this little job turns into a major reconstruction project.
So in a couple days I have some guys coming to give me an estimate. I’m guessing around $2500-$3000, most of which will be labor. So I may yet do the work myself. Here’s how it would work.
- Rip all the shingles off that whole section of flattish roof;
- Rip up the rotted sheething;
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Tear out and replace rafters, joists, sill plate, and fascia;
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Lay new plywood sheething;
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Put a snow and ice membrane on top of the sheething to keep water out of the walls in the future.
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Re-shingle the section of roof.
Materials costs–wood, membrane, and shingles–shouldn’t be more than a couple hundred bucks. Skill level required: moderate. The real issue is time and timeliness–I can’t pause for a few days midway through (or weeks, months, or years, as I tend to do on these jobs) because of the risk of rain. So I’m uncertain at this point whether to do it myself. It may depend on whether my friend Lance is available–he’s more skilled and works more quickly than I do.
I also think about absolute and comparative advantage in having a professional do it. But one thing you absolutely cannot buy with cash is the satisfaction of having done the job yourself. And I really value that satisfaction.
When that work is done I’m going to insulate under the roof before I have the drywall guy set to work (I’ve done drywall, but I can’t get a professional finish on the mudding). Between that and the membrane, the 140 year-old problem of leakage should finally be fixed, and that part of the house ready to last another century or more.
And then I’ll have to replace all that woodwork, and we’re going to cap it all off by replacing the sheet vinyl flooring with ceramic tile. Hopefully this all gets done before the in-laws come in July.
And maybe next year I’ll spend the $3500 to repair the hole in the foundation, big enough for a kid to fit through, below this wall, because, yes, the drainage problem damaged that as well. And modern code requires that you dig down 3 feet below ground level to put in a concrete footer for the brick foundation. A good idea, just a costly one, and one I’ll happily pay somebody else to do for me.
Keep all this in mind if you’re thinking of buying an old house. You have to like renovation, and particularly you should like the idea of taking something old and leaving it in better shape for the future than when you got it. You also need either some moderate skill or some disposable income, or both. The revolving loan at the credit union has been indispensable, but even so, each time I tap into it I have to remind myself; 60% of the median home price, 60%. But we’re still ahead financially, and it’s an adventure and-perhaps most importantly–a source of stories.
Ah, the joys of home ownership.
You are a handier man than I, professor. We are currently looking at having a small bedroom added onto our house – we were planning on moving, but have grown somewhat discouraged at the difficulty of finding something we like, at a price we like, in a place we like.
Whereas for all our current house’s problems, (neighborhood is so-so) it has a lot of advantages (big-ass backyard, decent school, central location, character in both the house and the surrounding areas).
I’m going to get some estimates from contractors but am guessing somewhere in the neighborhood of $15,000 – which would be less cash than what I’d planned to put as a down payment on a new property (for the privilege of increasing my debt burden and monthly mortgage payment).
I am starting to think that if we stay in this house at least another 4 years, I’d break even on adding the room (by keeping my current mortgage payment ), *even if* I can’t recoup any of the addition’s cost via increased sq footage/resale value (and I have to think I would add at least a little by going from a 3 bedroom to a 4, though in this neighborhood I can’t get too high).Report
Also, your house is 55 years older than mine (maybe less, my house may be older than the official records – the records say 1925, but apparently a lot of the city records say that, I think there was a flood in 1925 that destroyed a lot of the city records and so 1925 became the default new birthday for pre-existing homes). Mediterranean/Spanish style.Report
Be very very careful about additions. If they aren’t put on properly, they can be completely crap.
(Also, note that your taxes will probably go up, when the city deigns to notice).Report
“though in this neighborhood I can’t get too high”
That *is* a lousy neighbourhood.Report
Hmmm. Clancy and I were considering buying a house. Thank you for this persuasive counter-argument.Report
Now we know where to live or at least what house to look for in the vast expenses of Michigan town by town.Report
Since it’s easy to figure out where I work, that narrows the search a little.Report
Ar least I’ll know where to send the bourbon.Report
Nice work.
There are two things that gunk up old houses. One is the ‘seal-’em-up’ response people had to the energy crisis in the 1970’s; caused a lot of beautiful old homes to rot.
The other is beautiful crazy mountain-scape rooves, making a house look ohh-so-interesting, and creating valleys that funnel the water from upper surfaces to lower surfaces and to the ground. Behind my house, there’s a two-foot-by two-foot by two-foot hole dug from the water flowing off the valley at the bottom of the corner of the barn roof and the ell where the kitchen is; we’ll be paying a landscaping contractor to repair the french drain we put in when we rehabbed the house (was that really 20 years ago?). At the same time, we’ll be pulling roots from when Hurricane Irene dropped a tree on our house, wiping out the corner of the front porch. It was a huge tree, and shaded the side yard. With it gone, I’ll relocate the vegetable garden there, since it’s more convenient and less public; the current location is next to a path through the yard the the entire neighborhood uses as a short cut to the grocery store and post office; and for some reason, nearly ripe tomatoes are difficult to keep on the vine.
The only thing I don’t agree with is saving the lathe and plaster, though I know that’s something folk like to do. I hate the stuff; but I had the ceiling in my bedroom collapse (luckily, the ceiling on the other side of the bed) one night as a child. Drywall, well hung and taped, can be skimcoated to look like plaster, and IT WON’T CRUSH YOU WHILE YOU’RE SLEEPING. Sorry about that yelling, but. . .Report
I’d rather have the solidity of plaster, personally.
But unless the insurance is paying for it, I’ll never have the money…Report
Thank you for allowing me to relive my childhood. I spent my 15th summer crawling under a house and jacking next to each wood pier, to knock it out and replace it with a concrete pier.
My father spent the time between getting his Phd. and landing a teaching job doing construction, so these were skills that my brother and I learned as we grew, and my old man used us as his labor/apprentices.Report
I really enjoyed this. Thank you.
Also, if you need a substitute wall breaker, tearing stuff down is my favorite pastime (and political party).Report
Dude, why didn’t you call this “I’ll Be Your Hanleyman”?Report
Appreciative nod.Report
“So come-a, come-a, come-a, come-a, come, come
Yeah, yeah, yeah”Report
Lathe and plaster is the devil itself. My parents bought a 1898 farmhouse when I was around 8 and then slowly worked their way through it from end to end. You would be astonished the things we found about it.
-When I was little the wind would howl down the hill like a train and the whole house would sway and creak in it. I remember being in bed and feeling the house shifting with every blow. When my Father stripped off all the wooden shingles (also the devil) he discovered that (nails being expensive) each board on the house had been secured by a single nail on each stud. Many of these had rusted away, the entire outer skin of the house was essentially being held up by those wooden shingles. He nailed crate after crate of galvanized spiral nails into that damnable thing. It stopped swaying altogether.
-Plaster is the Devil but it’s truly diabolical when you try and get rid of it. Ripping those hideous lathes down, shoveling the plaster out of the windows in buckets. The dust went -everywhere- no matter how much plastic or sheeting you put down. The horrible caked feeling of plaster dust on the skin, the stench of it. Nightmares, I’ve had nightmares.
-Some parts of the house was insulated with hair.. you rip the lathes off and bunches of stringy black hair in big gobs comes tumbling down. Ewwww! Also we found a lot of 1940-50’s newspapers. Dad joked about finding treasure but we never found anything. Seems that early farmers were kindof poor. Who’da thunk?
-The basemen was granite slab, when the rain came down the water would pour through the gutters in the basement like a deluge and the front yard would fountain with water. We kids thought it was cool, but Dad didn’t approve. We dug ditches, four feet deep up and down that cursed hill, through that thick heavy clay, then Dad installed perforated plastic pipe and we disassembled field-stone hedge rows to fill the ditches in with rock and gravel. For a time our house looked like a fort with networks of trenches all about it. But once the ditches were in the basement was as dry as a tomb.
The moral of this story: if you’re going to buy an old farm house make sure you have a trio of children just coming into their double digits to draft into ten years of unpaid labor. It’ll help a lot.Report
Did you ever add insulation, the blown in cellulose stuff? I did that in my childhood home, and I’ve done it in an attic here, and that’s the shit that gives me nightmares. (I just shuddered, just thinking about it.)Report
Yes, they blew in the cellulose stuff when they first moved in because without it the wind almost literally blew through the house. IIRC one of my Father’s motivations for removing all those dire wooden shingles was the desire to get rid of the round holes that blowing the insulation in had left. I’m sure wallowing in that stiff when we tore the plaster off added to the misery I’m remembering.Report
I did insulation when I was a kid. I remember that the moment it touched you felt a burning itch, and I remember being wary of insulation from that point on.Report
Did you air-seal the attic first? That’s the tricky part…
(we got a contractor to do it).Report
Chris,
That’s not cellulose. Cellulose is just newspaper, perfectly “harmless” (unless you count it getting absolutely everywhere). But it’s clean.Report
Kim is correct Chris, you’re thinking of fiberglass insulation which is a special amazing itching horror (because you essentially have tiny fibers of glass stuck in your skin, so rubbing them just makes things worse) whereas cellulose is pretty much a kind of fluff. Nowhere near as effective as fiberglass but not quite as terrible to touch.Report
Ah, that makes sense. That stuff would make excellent material for torture.Report
In its defense, however, it is 100% noncombustible, 100% non organic and 100% non-biodegradable. It is virtually the perfect housing insulation: fire retardant, vermin retardant, enormously insulative and can last for a bajillion years if sealed up in the wall space of a structure.Report
North,
Actually, compressed cellulose is some of the best insulation around. The improvement over the past few years has been in how much you compress it (also: be careful if you’re going to do this yourself! You may blow out your wall!)Report
Child Labor!!!!
Just joking 🙂
Excellent essay professor. Perhaps you have a future as the head of a PBS show….
I like old houses though I go for Colonials and California Craftsmen more.Report
Its not child labor but putting the destructive nature of teenagers to good use.Report
The girls would claim doing the dishes or cleaning their room as child labor but smashing the walls was something they argued over getting to do since they had just the one pair of safety goggles to share.Report
Oh, yeah. I can just see my youngest going after a wall with a sledge. The kid would be in seventh heaven.Report
Just like the Ancient Greek myth with the one eye to share?Report
The thing about plaster is that it insulates a lot better than drywall.
In the summer, if I leave the A/C off in the morning, you can tell which rooms still have their original plaster walls and which ones are drywall by how fast they heat up. Somebody pulled down all the plaster ceilings in my house (it was built in 1916) and replaced ’em with drywall. On the one hand, like zic says, it won’t fall down and kill you (especially here in SoCal, with the earthquake possibility). On the other hand, g’damn the drywall passes heat through from the crawlspace a hell of a lot faster than drywall. The crawlspace above the ceiling wasn’t originally insulated… probably didn’t need to be back when the ceilings were all plaster. It gets hotter than hell up there. Summertime project is to cram the shop vac up in the ceiling and vacuum up all the crap that is up there, and put in roll insulation. At some point some previous owner started the project, but he or she only did one room and they left four rolls of the stuff up there, and the just-previous-to-us owner let the tree branches from the big pine touch the roof, so sometime before we moved in roof rats made a hash of the place. Cleaning it up is going to be fun!
All the ducting is below the house. Probably should move that up.
I’ll have to pull the pics of the place from when we first moved in off Facebook and have a pissin’ contest with the good Dr. Hanley here trading off home war stories.Report
from when we first moved in off Facebook
I’ve joked about people living on Facebook, but I didn’t know it could actually be done.Report
Hey, count you blessings you’re not replacing a slate roof 🙂Report
Yeah but the thing about replacing a slate roof is you own a fishing slate roof and once you do it you’ll probably not touch it again in your lifetime (or your childrens lifetimes it’s done well).Report
True, but you’ll be paying for the roof for a damn long time. I former coworker replaced her slate roof. 40K+ 20 years ago.Report
i definitely appreciate the feeling of satisfaction from doing a job yourself.
i appreciate less the satisfaction of others, as i’m remediating some of it in our new house now. (or in the case of the electrical issues, paying someone else to do so.)Report
We have some sort of death mold in the basement.
Wish we had money enough to fix it this year.Report
House of Hanley = Ship of Theseus. If you remove all of the old foundations, walls, shingles, etc. one by one, and replace them over time, is the resulting house the same house as the one you started out with? It looks the same (pretty much). But all the stuff is new.Report
I’ve got the Wallet of Glyph. The bills I put in it look just like the ones that came out, but somehow as time goes on it feels both lighter and heavier than ever.Report
If it’s anything like the Bank Account of Likko, that’s because the number of bills remains roughly constant while the denominations seem to continually decrease.Report