Last weekend at a community event, a neighbor asked me “What the heck are you doing to your house? There is yellow scaffolding in the front." I paused for a moment before answering. I thought why is there scaffolding in front of my house? It took a moment to remember that members of our tuck-pointing family came by a few weeks to continue tuck-pointing our house. The scaffolding has been there for a couple of weeks and will remain there until who knows, Christmas?
I am very accustom to having scaffolding, bricks, ladders, mortar and other utensils of the bricklayer’s trade stacked in our basement, alongside our house or taking up most of the front façade. Living in a brick house that was originally built in 1896 has many interesting features and challenges. One is that, as with all old houses, it is a money pit, we are constantly remodeling, fixing, or changing something.
Old brick houses built on hillsides have their own special challenges. First, they are slowly falling down the hill. Gravity over time does funny things to anything built on a slope. Second, the mortar that holds the bricks together slowly disappears. This was very apparent when we bought our house in 1999. The house had many broken bricks and major gaps between the bricks where the mortar once lived. We were determined to find someone who knew how to repair masonry.
Being new homeowners of a brick money pit, we had no idea how expensive it is to find someone or someone(s) proficient at bricklaying or tuck-pointing. We called a few companies and soon realized that if my wife and I cashed in our annuity and took evening jobs, we then may be able to afford someone to repair our house. Ladies and gentlemen, the cost of tuck-pointing could bankrupt Bears Stearns!
We were at an impasse until another neighbor told us about a couple of masons who work for a company but do some tuck-pointing on weekends for extra cash. My wife gave them a call. They promptly came over and gave us a bid to repair the most damaged and exposed brick wall on the west side of the house. The only caveat is that they work on weekends when they have some free time. At the time it seemed like the best possible plan of action. We didn’t need to cash in our annuity nor did I have to don a Wal-Mart vest to greet people.
This is where our tuck-pointing journey began. Our tuck-pointers did a great job. They replaced bricks, sealed various cracks and replaced mortar on the most damaged part of our house. Normally they would arrive about 8:30 AM on a Saturday. We would invite them in for coffee and some danish. They would work a few hours and leave for day. They would also eat my wife’s wonderful chocolate chip cookies during their mid morning breaks. It was a good relationship.
Not surprisingly, we got know the tuck-pointers as we moved from the west side of the house, to the south side and finally to the east side. We learned about their families, their health issues, their various ups and downs. We sold them a car, exchanged Christmas gifts and went to UC football games together. When they had time, they came to work. When we had some extra money, we paid them.
The special part of our relationship with our tuck-pointers is that we never know exactly when they will appear. They may stay away for a couple of months but suddenly appear on a sunny Saturday. We only have the front north façade of our house to complete. In many ways it is the most tedious and complicated due to the masonry features and brick front porch.
Somehow the intermittent Saturdays evolved into intermittent months and finally to seasons. It was just part of any longstanding relationship based on mortar and sand.
To our surprise, our masonry friends appeared at our house a couple of Saturdays ago bound and determined to finish their work. Naturally, we invited them in for breakfast and our normal chat. It was like the good old days. As a normal courtesy, I asked one of the tuck-pointers about his son who loved football. I remember that he played in a peewee league. Don, the tuck-pointer, responded, “He’s having a great year. He is the starting safety on his high school football team.” Jeff, the other partner in crime chimed in, “You know Tom, Don’s son is 6’3” and weighs 225 lbs.”
I had a moment of clarity at that point in the conversation. I soon realized that the tuck-pointers have been working on our house since Don’s son was 7 years old. He now is 16 and soon to graduate from high school!
It is increasingly apparent why I stumbled in responding to the neighbor’s inquiring about the scaffolding. My wife and I have become so inured to having masonry equipment stashed in or near our house. Over 9 years it has become invisible. Scaffolding? What scaffolding? It’s an extension of our home.
When we bought our Queen Anne Victorian, we were told, ”When you find good craftsmen, hold on to them. They are like gold.” Well, we did. We have traveled together through heart surgeries, AA meetings, carbon monoxide scares, and hundreds of chocolate chip cookies.
Perhaps they will complete tuck-pointing our house when Don’s son finishes college. Or maybe not.