Glazing Over

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The Church has had its eyes shut for a few months. We took in the windows for repair and reglazing. We started by sanding down the old wood and giving them a few new coats of paint.

Red on the Outside,
Red on the Outside,
Brown on the Inside.
Brown on the Inside.

To keep the inside weather separate from the outside weather, we needed to glaze the windows. Glazing is when you put a special glazing putty on the inside edges and smooth it down.

I got the job!

I've got the gloves for it!
I’ve got the gloves for it!

But I had to be schooled first. Dr. Paul Fisher of the Institute for Glazing Old Windows gave me a tutorial. First take a glob of glaze. Then roll it out like a long snake. Then stuff it in the corners with your big Polish fingers.

Well I don’t have big Polish fingers, so I had to use several smaller fingers.

Roll and Stuff.
Roll and Stuff.

It looks a bit like someone stuffed their old gum into the windows. But there is a tool that takes the lumps and bumps out and gives it an edge.

De-lumped
De-lumped
I used it.
Of course, if the edges of the window aren’t smooth and sharp,  the tool that uses the edge as a guide isn’t able to make a nice straight line.
Uhh...maybe some paint will help!
Uhh…maybe some paint will help!
Yes, the paint did help. After I painted, I had to scrape the excess paint off the glass and clean the glass.
At last, we were finally able to install a window!
New wood inserts to keep it all snug.
New wood inserts to keep it all snug.
Of course there were some adventures along the way.
Whups.
Whups.
Pilot holes had been drilled, but the wood was pretty dry, so it cracked. But practice makes perfect, and we did practice!
Perfect!
Perfect!
And the Mastermind behind it all…
Pilot holes, baby.
Pilot holes, baby.
…had a very special event to go to, so time to get cleaned up!
Cleaned up!
Cleaned up!
Patent #4, and counting. Fancy-schmancy dinner in Rochester, MI. Mr. Zaitz receives his patent plaque and some very nice words. Mrs. Zaitz receives a delicious dinner and a big helping of gratefulness that she hitched her horse to this guy’s post
– The White Church Gallery

The Light Fantastic

It’s been a year…since the last Polka Fest. Hard to believe, but here it is, the end of September, and the red and white lights are up again!

Can't dance without lights!
Can’t dance without lights!

And the usual suspects are up to the usual hijinks.

Three Stooges?
Three Stooges?

I think one of the best parts of this whole church project has been getting to know many of the people of the Tip of the Thumb.

Their blood is red and their skin is white, well, maybe translucent, (they are descended from Poles) but their hearts are true blue! The guy on the left wired the church like it was a WW 2 submarine. Let me show you!

Wires in the bathroom...
Wires in the bathroom…
Wires in the office...
Wires in the office…
Pretty, pretty wires everywhere!
Pretty, pretty wires everywhere!

If you want to light a church, you have to use some wire!  Mr. Shramski is a pro. He and his partner Dale spent many an hour in their “spare time” laying hundreds, nay thousands of feet of wire and conduit in the church, after drilling hole after hole right through the studs. The work is hard and expertise is needed, but luckily this community has great people like them to do this kind of work.

We will be very happy to see the last of the temp lights. They have served us well, but it’s time to have some permanent lighting.

All things Bright, but not Beautiful!
All things Bright, but not Beautiful!

As the wire goes in, the walls must be prepped for the spray foam. Coming soon: insulation! Stay tuned as the church gets an inner hug from a plastic blanket!

a plasket wha?
a plasket wha?

(BTW, the polka fest was FUN!)

he Prills break a leg!
he Prills break a leg!
Dancing in our seats!
Dancing in our seats!
– The White Church Gallery

Repair, Restore, Remake

Those are comforting words. Repair: to fix what’s wrong. Restore: to bring back what once was. And when you can’t restore or repair, then remake! Do what you gotta do.

As you know if you’ve been following the story of the White Church Gallery, or perhaps better known to locals as the Grindstone City Methodist Church, the Church needs lots of love and tenderness. Even when tenderness means opening a can of whoop-ass on it.

Whoop whoop!
Whoop whoop!

Repair: One whole corner of the church had serious water damage. Time and tide had left a hole in the roof, allowed water to cascade down into the wall, and turned the support structure into a weird kind of wood-soup. Dry, chunky wood soup. That makes no sense, but when you grab a handful of it, it’s what comes to mind.

A year and a half ago, we thought it was artsy.
What doesn't kill us, makes us stronger...
What doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger…
But it turned out to be rotten to the core.
'S gotta go!
‘S gotta go!
So once the plaster and lathe went, operations moved into the guts of the support system.
Well at least he's not a plumber...
Well at least he’s not a plumber…
By the way, the lathe had a glorious ending. At first, everyone wanted some lathe. “Good for starting fires” “I need some too!” “I’ll take some lathe.” Yet somehow I ended up with a giant pile of it.  Then it was all, “Get rid of the Lathe!” “It’s going to attract ‘coons  and skunks!” “Should have just put in the dumpster.” So I had to get rid of it. My pyromaniac tendencies won out in the end.
Lathe fire!
Lathe fire!
It was a good night of burning, bright hot fire, a little after-glow fire water, and lots of yuks…
blah blah yuk yuk...
blah blah yuk yuk…
Even the moonflower came out for some fun…
Up with the Moon!
Up with the Moon!
The morning after…
Burnt!
Burnt!
Scavenging square nails kept me busy…
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Stay tuned for what becomes of the nails…
What the HECK will I do with these?
What the HECK will I do with these?
So long story short, the floor got repaired.
Pollock Ingenuity!
Pollock Ingenuity!
Pollocks get things done. And how!
And then they sit around and talk about the glory days, even if it was literally thirty minutes ago!
"Remember when we repaired the floor in the southeast corner?"
“Remember when we repaired the floor in the southeast corner?”
So that’s the repair work. Restoring  came with the remaking. Remember (what I consider to be) the coolest feature of the church: the quatrefoil window?
Weather -beaten beauty.
Weather -beaten beauty.
With a little help from our (Amish) friends, it was remade.
Into this:
Remade!
Remade!
Stay tuned to see what happens next. Thinking- colored glass, to reflect the colors of the gospels. – The White Church Gallery

Workin’ It.

Huff puff scrape scrape...
Huff puff scrape scrape…

The season of summer slid right into fall, and still we are scraping and painting. I personally find scraping to be fairly therapeutic. I guess the boys think I need this therapy because they let me do it! With no interference.

Huff Puff blah blah blah...
Huff Puff blah blah blah…

Now since I am the author of this recorded history, I will not come out and say that I did most of the work this particular day. People might think that I’m biased. Instead, I will let the pictures speak for me.

How's it goin', boys? Just came in for a cool drink...
How’s it goin’, boys? Just came in for a cool drink…
Back at it- me and the empty ladder.
Back at it- me and the empty ladder.

But to be honest, we couldn’t have gotten to the “next level” without the help of the scaffold; planned, gotten and set up by the menfolk. Without it, we couldn’t have done this:

More than halfway! Yay!
More than halfway! Yay!

And then there was the break in the action of the Annual Amazing Kinde Polka Fest.

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Every year for seven years the families of Kevin Wiley (owner of the Kinde Pasta House)  Paul Fisher (owner of Grindstone’s Rybak’s Ice Cream opening spring of 2013) and Gerald Prill have enlisted the help of lots of local sponsors to put on the Thumb’s most amazing Polka Festival.

After 7 years, Prill and Fisher are still going strong. Ignore the crazy eyes.
After 7 years, Prill and Fisher are still going strong. Ignore the crazy eyes.
It's grueling, but worth it.
It’s grueling, but worth it.
We'll be Polish for the night.
We’ll be Polish for the night.

Everyone’s Polish tonight!

I helped hang the red lights. They stayed up the whole time!~ whew~
I helped hang the red lights. They stayed up the whole time!~ whew~

This awesome band played at Paul Fisher’s daughter’s wedding this summer, and they were back even more energetic, if that’s possible. Three daughters on the fiddle, Dad and young son on the accordian, and other family members rounding out the group. So much fun!

Who stole the Kishka?
Who stole the Kishka?

I didn’t steal the Kishka, cause I’m not even sure what it is, but I did steal a kiss from my Polish hubby!

Mmm wahhh!
Mmm wahhh!

Whether we’re working on the church

steady there...
steady there…

or Polka-ing our butts off,

dang my arm is getting tired...
dang my arm is getting tired…

We’re a great team, and surrounded by a community of hard working, hard playing folks. What more could you ask for?

The 2012 Kinde Polka Fest
The 2012 Kinde Polka Fest

– The White Church Gallery