Before our friend, Julio, moved to Maine, he helped us rebuild the railing around our basement stairs. We don’t have a door to the basement, we just have an opening in the floor and it is right next to our front door so the railing is not only decorative, but it is functional. When the original owner of our house built the place he cut down a few red oak trees on our property and had them milled for the hardwood floors that he laid throughout the house. We wanted to use red oak too to build the railing so Peggi and I bought some rough cut lumber from a sawmill in Hilton and had my brother plane the wood in his shop.
To complete the job according to Julio’s plans we still needed to construct a matching handrail for the descent into our basement (where all the magic happens). We hired Steve Greive, the neighborhood tradesman/handyman. He did the tile in our kitchen and we had him help us with the ceiling in our basement. Steve found a lumberyard with an eleven foot long piece of of rough-cut red oak and Peggi and I walked over to his house this afternoon and helped him plane the wood in his garage.
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