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Mod Con Boiler Instalation Almost Complete. LOOK what happened!

ScottMP
ScottMP Member Posts: 5,884
Right Dan :)

But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Scott

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  • Dan Banner
    Dan Banner Member Posts: 9
    1885 Furnace With underfloor outside air plenum.

    Hi guys,

    First off I want to once again thank the group for the excellent advice and recommendations for our upgrade. Beginning Monday HVAC guys are working on our boiler change over. We are installing a Weil-McLain Ultra 155 with a indirect water heater.
    While standing next to the old boiler one of the installers fell through the basement floor into a 3 ft wide 2 ft deep brick channel. After about a day of trying to figure it out we finally came to the conclusion that this was a outside air plenum used to bring in combustion air for the original 1885 wood burning furnace. According to a historic preservationist this is the oldest example of a central heating system in the city of LaCrosse, WI. The cast iron burn chamber is 6 ft long and 3 ft wide.

    Dan Banner

    http://webpages.charter.net/krohnhouse/Best/index.html
  • Remarkable!

    Hope the guy didn`t hurt himself!
    Any evidence outside where this would have entered?
    Great looking install so far!

    Dave
  • DanHolohan
    DanHolohan Member, Moderator, Administrator Posts: 16,492
    Boy, that brings me back.

    To this
    Retired and loving it.
  • kamney
    kamney Member Posts: 15
    You're an amazing writer Dan!

  • Dan Banner
    Dan Banner Member Posts: 9
    Window Wood Air Duct

    Dave,

    The air comes in through a basement window, leads down the wall through a wood duct and into the floor. If you go to our web gallery or click on this attachment you will see the box (duct) that was built around that window. Until this discovery we didn't know what that box was for. They had a set of pulleys that would open the outer window , that acted as a giant damper.

    Dan
  • Dan Banner
    Dan Banner Member Posts: 9


    Dan,

    That's a very good poem! Very appropo. We are now learning from our "Hole In The Ground".

    Dan Banner
  • Roland_4
    Roland_4 Member Posts: 84


    Sounds like you may have been a fan of Robert Service.
  • DanHolohan
    DanHolohan Member, Moderator, Administrator Posts: 16,492
    Oh, yes!

    Retired and loving it.
  • DanHolohan
    DanHolohan Member, Moderator, Administrator Posts: 16,492
    It's never dull.

    Retired and loving it.
  • DanHolohan
    DanHolohan Member, Moderator, Administrator Posts: 16,492
    Thanks.

    You should see me recite it with a mug of beer in my hand.
    Retired and loving it.
  • Roland_4
    Roland_4 Member Posts: 84


    Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
    Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
    The flames just soared and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;

    Then I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.
  • DanHolohan
    DanHolohan Member, Moderator, Administrator Posts: 16,492
    Yep,

    there are strange things done in the midnight sun.
    Retired and loving it.
  • Paul Fredricks_5
    Paul Fredricks_5 Member Posts: 132
    Ya see that

    Just when you thought you knew everything. :)

    I never heard the name Robert Service, though I do think I've heard the stories. A quick trip to Google explained it all. Thanks guys.

    (Kind of reminds me of Dr Seuss too.)
  • DanHolohan
    DanHolohan Member, Moderator, Administrator Posts: 16,492
    And not so tough.

    I've never been able to read this one without tearing up:

    Dolls
    by Robert Service

    She said: "I am too old to play
    With dolls," and put them all away,
    Into a box, one rainy day.

    I think she must have felt some pain,
    She looked so long into the rain,
    Then sighed: "I'll bring you out again;

    "For I'll have little children too,
    With sunny hair and eyes of blue
    And they will play and play with you.

    "And now good-bye, my pretty dears;
    There in the dark for years and years,
    Dream of your little mother's tears."

    Eglantine, Pierrot and Marie Claire,
    Topsy and Tiny and Teddy Bear,
    Side by side in the coffer there.

    Time went by; one day she kneeled
    By a wooden Cross in Flanders Field,
    And wept for the One the earth concealed;

    And made a vow she would never wed,
    But always be true to the deathless dead,
    Until the span of her life be sped.

    nbspnbspnbsp *nbspnbspnbsp *nbspnbspnbsp
    *nbspnbspnbsp *nbspnbspnbsp *nbspnbspnbsp
    *nbspnbspnbsp *

    More years went on and they made her wise
    By sickness and pain and sacrifice,
    With greying tresses and tired eyes.

    And then one evening of weary rain,
    She opened the old oak box again,
    And her heart was clutched with an ancient pain

    For there in the quiet dark they lay,
    Just as they were when she put them away...
    O but it seemed like yesterday!

    Topsy and Tiny and Teddy Bear,
    Eglantine, Pierrot and Marie Claire,
    Ever so hopefully waiting there.

    But she looked at them through her blinding tears,
    And she said: "You've been patient, my pretty dears;
    You've waited and waited all these years.

    "I've broken a promise I made so true;
    But my heart, my darlings, is broken too:
    No little Mothers have I for you.

    "My hands are withered, my hair is grey;
    Yet just for a moment I'll try to play
    With you as I did that long dead day...

    "Ah no, I cannot. I try in vain...
    I stare and I stare into the rain...
    I'll put you back in your box again.

    "Bless you, darlings, perhaps one day,
    Some little Mother will find you and play,
    And once again you'll be glad and gay.

    "But when in the friendly dark I lie,
    No one will ever love you as I....
    My little children... good-bye... good-bye."
    Retired and loving it.
  • DanHolohan
    DanHolohan Member, Moderator, Administrator Posts: 16,492
    Scott, not so tough, too.

    I've never been able to get through this one with tearing up. The man was brilliant:

    Dolls

    by Robert Service


    She said: "I am too old to play

    With dolls," and put them all away,

    Into a box, one rainy day.

    I think she must have felt some pain,

    She looked so long into the rain,

    Then sighed: "I'll bring you out again;

    "For I'll have little children too,

    With sunny hair and eyes of blue

    And they will play and play with you.

    "And now good-bye, my pretty dears;

    There in the dark for years and years,

    Dream of your little mother's tears."

    Eglantine, Pierrot and Marie Claire,

    Topsy and Tiny and Teddy Bear,

    Side by side in the coffer there.

    Time went by; one day she kneeled

    By a wooden Cross in Flanders Field,

    And wept for the One the earth concealed;

    And made a vow she would never wed,

    But always be true to the deathless dead,

    Until the span of her life be sped.

    More years went on and they made her wise

    By sickness and pain and sacrifice,

    With greying tresses and tired eyes.

    And then one evening of weary rain,

    She opened the old oak box again,

    And her heart was clutched with an ancient pain

    For there in the quiet dark they lay,

    Just as they were when she put them away...

    O but it seemed like yesterday!

    Topsy and Tiny and Teddy Bear,

    Eglantine, Pierrot and Marie Claire,

    Ever so hopefully waiting there.

    But she looked at them through her blinding tears,

    And she said: "You've been patient, my pretty dears;

    You've waited and waited all these years.

    "I've broken a promise I made so true;

    But my heart, my darlings, is broken too:

    No little Mothers have I for you.

    "My hands are withered, my hair is grey;

    Yet just for a moment I'll try to play

    With you as I did that long dead day...

    "Ah no, I cannot. I try in vain...

    I stare and I stare into the rain...

    I'll put you back in your box again.

    "Bless you, darlings, perhaps one day,

    Some little Mother will find you and play,

    And once again you'll be glad and gay.

    "But when in the friendly dark I lie,

    No one will ever love you as I....

    My little children... good-bye... good-bye."
    Retired and loving it.
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