A New Roof in Town

May 26, 2011 | 1 comment

At Work on the Wachsmuth House, May 2011

     It’s interesting how some sounds are totally familiar, even though they aren’t heard all that often.  When I heard the regular, almost rhythmic, thwack, thwack, thwack coming from across the street on Tuesday, I knew it was a roofing crew.  They were working on the Wachsmuth house – a little house that I’ve known for my entire life.
     The Wachsmuth house arrived in Oysterville about the same time I did back in the 1930s.  It, and three small cabins, replaced the original Wachsmuth house that had been there in my mother’s childhood and, no doubt, in my grandfather’s childhood, as well.  For a good many years now, the house has been owned by Ann and Les Driscoll but when I was a kid, Louise and Harry Wachsmuth (second generation) lived there.  Like all the houses in town, it is known by the name of its first owners.
     I can probably count on my fingers the number of times I’ve actually been in the house.  It’s the garage I remember best.  That’s where Mrs. Wachsmuth used to hold taffy pulls for the kids in town.  What fun they were!  I remember how hot that lump of taffy was when Mrs. Wachsmuth doled out our portions.  And I remember pulling it until it turned gray (did we wash our hands first??)
     We also had square dances there – maybe after the taffy pulls, or maybe on different occasions entirely.  It seems to me that we danced to the accompaniment of records which we played on an old wind-up Victrola, our steps gradually slowing down as the time approached to crank the handle again.
     I was glad to see the roofers at work there giving the house a bit of TLC.  They accomplished a lot that day and a good thing, too, for yesterday it poured buckets and their hammers were still.  The weather forecast is rain through the weekend.  I’m looking forward to the next day of thwack, thwack, thwacking– not only for the sake of the Wachsmuth roof, but for those sunny skies that will bring the roofers back to Oysterville.

1 Comment

  1. Stephanie Frieze

    It certainly has been a long winter when we have to be pleased by the sounds of roofing. But I can understand your pleasure at seeing houses being cared for. Too many houses are allowed to deteriorate. We have one right next door.


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