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A Bit about Dail.
Dail's flannel elbows and jean knees were drenched in Indian earthenware clay as he bellied the claustrophobic crawlspace. The burst pipe wasn't the result of frigid temperatures. The winter's day was a balmy 43 degrees. It was more the antiquity of the pipes that had resulted in his squishy predicament. A few negative utterances may have found their way over his tongue as he replaced and tightened fittings, but there was always comfort knowing he accomplished the end result. The 50 year old house called Tara Lee Manor was a diamond in the very rough.
The house wasn't to be blamed for busy weekends, though there were many "to do" projects from rotting exterior to leaky roofs. It is more the need by Dail to make something with his hands and to utilize new and old resources to accomplish the jobs in the most cost effective manner. You might say he is a boyscout pack-rat following the "Be Prepared" motto. Every board big and small that passed his way finds shelter until the day he will need just that type or size. An assortment of salvaged plumbing, wiring, springs, switches and most anything you might find at a hardware store filled paper boxes stacked in his garage. All waiting for a future need.
The Manor's original windows were single pane with 12 individual panes each. The wind easily squeezed through and billowed the curtains. This might explain why the house has three different heat sources from tenants of years past. None of which are efficient. Dail did some research and decided that he and his boys could perform the window installations. It was so simple. Combined with state and federal incentives, it was even difficult to argue costs.
Knowing that Dail has a hard time letting go of anything with a perceived useful life, he promptly stored the original window frames. He just could not heave them into the dumpster; they had too much personality. He had no clue as to a use, but the thought of crashing glass and splintering wood into a dumpster was painful.
The spring and summer months past, and even winter was passing the stacked windows without a second glance. One cold day found him standing on the screen porch staring at the stacks. Snow had filtered through the screen and wind had driven a fine powder to rest over all. There they were lined up back to back, but it was the first window upon which Mother Nature had swirled frosty designs that finally spark Dail's imagination.
His need to create had found a new outlet. The creation and the sense of accomplishment with the first painted window surprised him. He soon realized that he did not save the windows, but in a way the windows had saved him and given him a new creative outlet. We hope you also find some delight in his colorful paintings.