My brother Rob is a builder of things. He always wanted to rebuild Dad's old sawmill. Dad must have built it in the early forties, because when I first remember it in the mid fifties the wood in the mill was getting rotten. So Dad moved it and rebuilt it. Again, the wood rotted in about 15 to 20 years. Nobody did anything with the mill for a long time. This spring, Rob piled all of the pieces of the mill that he could find, on his wagon and pulled up to his shop to start working on it. He called the other day to say he was going to try it out. Would I like to join in?
We sawed up some dried spruce logs. The high point for me was when a customer came to get a load of round bales from Rob, so he had to go and take the log grappel off his front end loader and put on the bale forks and load a big truck. He waved me over to take on the sawyers position. I sawed the rest of the time, [on Dad's mill]. I had been promoted from tailing the saw to sawyer
on my first day, Whoaooo. We didn't saw a lot of logs, but some.
I have some pictures of the day but I can't find them in my computer tonight.