In 15 minutes you can learn about a Pratt family’s origins in England. I don’t know if there’s a direct connection to my own family. What I want to know is why there’s a rat in the middle of our name!
Note: This is a customized YouTube player with a playlist. It’s fairly intuitive to figure out.
The sub-floor is down, ready for tile.
The cedar shingle is done!
The plastering is done!
Here’s my father, George Pratt, scanned from a photo sent by his cousin Lawrie. It’s either from 1941, when he was 13, or 1945, when he was 17 and about to join the Navy. Both dates are written on the back! Which is it, Dad?
Once again something unexpected came up. But this one wasn’t optional. A lot of dry rot was found under the deck. Fortunately, none of it had reached into the sill of the foundation. Another bad bit of work by whomever did the original construction — there was no flashing! So all of day 15 was spent repairing that and installing flashing. The end result is in the left picture. Day 16 was the completion of the blue board and installation of the outside door. The wall sleeve for the A/C was installed before the blue board went up, but I neglected to mention it.
