The window crew worked at Tucker and Carol’s from early to late yesterday.  They are preparing to install the windows.  Whoo Hoo!  Progress by leaps and bounds!

I only caught one glimpse of Tucker – on his way over to daughter Lina’s to eat lunch, I think.  Otherwise, I believe he is still in Paint Mode, getting the last of the windows ready for final placement.  Even so, I’m sure anticipation is high.

Though it has been nearly 35 years since my little house on the bay was at the same point, I well remember how excited I was when the windows finally went in.  Builder Ossie Steiner and I had gone to Hillsdale, Oregon months beforehand to order those windows.

As he was with every single aspect of building, Ossie was meticulous in the matter of windows and felt that a sash and door company in Hillsdale, Oregon offered the best product, made with the best materials.  We talked at length with the owner of the company, especially with regard to our coastal weather and our ‘sideways rain.’  He assured us that they were well-experienced in those matters.

Unfortunately, it turned out otherwise.  During our first big storm of the season, in November 1979, a number of the windows failed.  When Ossie took them apart to see what he could do to remedy the situation, he discovered that they had wicked water because they had not been caulked, among other things!

I wrote a long letter to the owner of the company, enclosing numerous photographs.  (Later, he told me that it was the best letter of complaint that he had ever read – for whatever that was worth!)  He and his head window guy came to the beach and did an inspection and, ultimately, replaced every single window.  Plus they gave me a considerable discount for my “trouble.”  Despite my window troubles, I give them high marks for honesty and integrity!

But, I remember that window experience all too well.  I do so hope that the windows going in at Tucker’s and Carol’s don’t suffer a similar fate.  May they always (and only!) let the sunshine in!  Starlight, too!  And, of course, provide a gazillion vistas of our beloved Oysterville.