The day had finally arrived! After 6 weeks of hewing timbers, and several more weeks hand carving all the joints, our little frame was ready to spread her arms and reach for the sky! Needless to say I could hardly contain myself…my wife was far more pragmatic, thankfully she keeps me grounded.
This day historically would have been an event concerning much of a community. Women would begin before daylight preparing a mountainous heap of delicious foods, while men arranged long tables and endless chairs. Many burly hands would grasp white knuckled to thick ropes, as some men prepared to ride the tops of bents being drawn skywards, ready to thrust the first pegs into waiting tenons…
We would have none of this, for we were three, and one was the cutest 5′ nothing Peruvian wife, and another a small dog with a pink hand stitched dress…
We did not despair however tempting it was, after all, we had a stout lifting shear, a homemade tackle block, a capstan, and enough 3/4 inch manilla rope to lasso a good sized Russian Boar!
Each bent was laid flat on the foundation, tested again fro square and fit, then bored, pegged and lifted up into place.
Our lifting shear, with hand forged S hook, and hand maid tackle blocks
Our Capstan and snatch block
First bent is up and secured temporarily with a tacked brace
A small block nailed to the sill timber helps keep the post from slipping past its mortise.
Bent two is pegged to bent one, locking them together forever
Bents one and two up without a hitch!
Peg made from old tobacco stick goes in
Offset holes in mortise and tenon help pull the joint tight and keep it that way
Bent three is ready to go up
Setting the top plate down on its three post tenons. Half lap dovetailed wind braces will be let in later between the posts and top plate.