All the pine siding came from a friend’s mill. He died a few years ago, and it is nice to have these memories of working with him scattered around our farm. The pine door is from a tree I cut here and he milled. I found the hinges in one of my troves of highly valuable scavenged parts. The red door came off the farmhouse my mother grew up in, replacing a tired door that has simply been boarded up the past few years. Her uncle owned the farm before her parents did, so easily 100 years in the family. Still some more work to do on trimming it.
We have a bunch of random doors here. A few have been made into projects. I have a picker friend that keeps buying doors. I was looking for a narrow door for our small bathroom and she found one. A good, 4 panel with the iron pin hinges to match the rest of the house. It needs a little cleaning, etching, primer and paint, but it is a gem. It is a little short now, ok, a lot short, but I have wood to bring it to the right height. I wonder how many times it was used over a hundred plus years?
Many years ago I picked up some poplar doors from a salvage shop. They were 6 panel, 3 over 3. Really nice doors, box latches. They were from a ski lodge that was taken down in the Catskills. There is some neat history out there.
