I left to work in Maine in 1977, and when I came back I got involved with helping Mr. Frank again.
My days were pretty open because at the time I worked nights. Mr. Frank asked me if I wanted to take down an old house/cabin on some property he bought, and if I wanted I could build a smaller cabin that we could all use for weekends and hunting and such.
Once we removed all the wall covering on the inside we found exactly one hundred, eight foot cedar logs that were used for the walls. Almost western fort like. Well heck, we ( a friend where is was working helped in the early stages) didn't have to settle for any old small cabin, we could build ourselves a real log cabin.
This second picture is as the walls are about half way up. The logs were all so short that instead of doing a lot of splicing we just added lots of windows. You can see the stone fireplace from the original house that we kept and built around.
Here is how the chimney looked on the original house.
This little dog came down with me almost every time I worked on the place. At home we couldn't keep him from running off, here he wouldn't leave my side.
We improved the interior of the fireplace to make it draw better. ( Count Rumford)
Here I am when I was young enough and flexible enough, and small enough to actually fit inside the fireplace to do the work.
Closing in the ends and a little chimney work.
It was started in April and finished by November.
And no power tools were used.
This picture is probably one of the first snows of the first winter after we had finished it.
Notice my cross-country skis against the side.
The walls always had a lot of character, waving and bending, because of all the short logs we used.
We eventually added a clay chimney top to the fireplace to make it draw better and not smoke.
Although I haven't been by it for a few years, I know it still stands and the owners are trying to keep it up.
I sure learned a lot and loved every minute I spent down there.