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Village, visitors, aerials, poetry

by on 12 Jun 2011

A personal note.

The time I typically spent in posting to this blog Saturday PM was spent instead in somewhat frantic emails,texts and phone calls across the Atlantic. My 17 year old son Nate was due to depart for Poland in the late afternoon, but bad weather had delayed his initial flight from Philadelphia and it seemed increasingly likely he would miss his connection to Frankfurt.  The airlines (there were three or four involved) spent their energy sequentially referring my increasingly frustrated wife Nancy to one another in an endless round robin. Nate is game, ready to fly off into the unknown, still without a ticket on the final leg into Poland, prepared to spend a night in an airport or whatever it takes, but his nervous parents aren’t so sure. As of this writing he is booked out on Sunday as far Frankfurt, and we are trying our best to get him to Poland

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With each day our enterprise draws in more people, becomes more complex and varied and sends out more tendrils in every direction. From a few timber framers facing a pile of logs, our population has swelled with students and Polish and international visitors. And beyond timber conversion (hewing and pitsawing), our work has expanded to include stacking log walls, executing all sorts of timber joinery, blacksmithing, a small (very small) foundry for making plumb bobs, plus a not inconsiderable managerial effort to coordinate, food, travel, logistics, guest lecturers, tool and material acquisition, etc. We live, eat, work and play together.

In many ways we function as a village and are bonded together like a tribe. The reality of this cohesion came home to us on Friday when the first group of students cycled back home. Up to that point, we were all about increase, now we had to face our first sense of loss.

Here they are, our friends and comrades, gone from our temporary village back to their other lives. We honor their work and their good comradeship. 

Box Frame team captain Gerry David  is being visited by his mom and dad this week

The Davids enjoy the spectacle.

A note to colleagues in Sanok. We are looking for Dom and Sosenki stories, and invite you to send tales of your homes away from home.

For instance, there was the short game of telephone, where Mez, looking to refill an empty condiment dish, asked Jan “What’s the word for mayonnaise?”Jan replied, Mez started for the kitchen, but came up short, exclaiming “Wait, that’s meniscus. ”

Anyway, I’m sure you all can do much better.

And we invite photos as well:

Judith eats her first Cocoa Puff.

Just keep in mind that this is a family show.

Courtesy of Log Wall team captain John Nininger, here are some  panoramic shots of end of the week progress (Sunday is a day off):

Wearing the Poetry Hat

Saturday morning’s meeting featured two sessions of hat wearing. First Mikkel offered a bit of rehab for the timber framers troubled by issues of  cutting joinery which is historically appropriate, but of less than their usual tolerances.

Not having space to quote Mikkel here, we let the sole photo of the Gwozdziec frame speak for him:

Then Marcin donned the hat to make his good-byes with a couple of quotes and a personal statement of  affection:

Coming together is the beginning, staying together is process, and working together is success.   –  Henry Ford

The reward of a thing well done is to have it done.  –  Ralph Waldo Emerson

I love you dudes!  –  Marcin Kaminski

On his way out, Marcin sketched the synagogue in Tom Haanen’s project book.

We have fallen a bit behind in our posting of morning poetry sessions  and will try and catch up, as these recitations are pivot points of our days and our life and work in Sanok.

Finally, the British building code has a provision regarding what they call Disproportionate Collapse.  It guards against a situation where one structural component is so critical to a building that its failure would cause the loss of the whole structure.  It is my observation that the concept of disproportionate collapse also applies in the human world. There are some people so critical to the functioning of an operation or project that their loss would be catastrophic.

A case in point in Sanok is Kelley Sullivan, our timber frame project coordinator. The bosses plan, the framers and students request and query, it all comes to Kelley from above and below and she makes it happen, hardly seeming to break a sweat. Without her, our edifice would immediately fall to the ground. But be warned, this woman wields axe and keyboard with equal facility. Trifle with her at your peril!

You talkin t’me?

One Comment
  1. Kim, Aiden and Orion Southwick permalink

    The site looks totally amazing! We can really see it coming together and are looking forward to the pictures of the final product! Speaking of pictures… how about a group shot of all you guys/gals??
    Hoping the last group’s travels home went well and that your son is well on his way with connecting flights and the like all lined up!
    Our best from Boston!
    Kim, Aiden and Orion Southwick
    PS – please tell Ted we’ve sent him pictures of his work, both past and present (in the home email inbox) and that the playoffs start today!

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