Out of the Woodwork: Sawdust in the Soup

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By Kate McDonald
Page: 96

From the October 2006 issue #157
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The ad read: “3 bdrms, 1-1/2 baths, needs TLC.” More than a fixer-upper, this house was a down-and-outer of the first degree. My mom, my son and I needed something cheap. The price was right. As derelict as the rest of the house was, the kitchen was the pièce de rèsistance. It was the knotty pine so popular in the 1960s. Mostly rotted through, black with grease and grime, and home to a thriving population of cockroaches. Now I am not the squeamish sort but that kitchen made even my intrepid soul cringe. My son Rob, made of sterner stuff than I (and soon to escape to college) stepped to the plate. Armed with a crowbar, respirator mask and a tetanus booster, he went to work. The kitchen was gutted to the studs. As there was no other place for my woodworking tools, I claimed this area as my own.

From the October 2006 issue #157
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