Seen on the street in Kyiv.

Words of Advice:

"If Something Seems To Be Too Good To Be True, It's Best To Shoot It, Just In Case." -- Fiona Glenanne

“The Mob takes the Fifth. If you’re innocent, why are you taking the Fifth Amendment?” -- The TOFF *

"Foreign Relations Boil Down to Two Things: Talking With People or Killing Them." -- Unknown

“Speed is a poor substitute for accuracy.” -- Real, no-shit, fortune from a fortune cookie

"Thou Shalt Get Sidetracked by Bullshit, Every Goddamned Time." -- The Ghoul

"If you believe that you are talking to G-d, you can justify anything.” — my Dad

"Colt .45s; putting bad guys in the ground since 1873." -- Unknown

"Stay Strapped or Get Clapped." -- probably not Mr. Rogers

"The Dildo of Karma rarely comes lubed." -- Unknown

"Eck!" -- George the Cat

* "TOFF" = Treasonous Orange Fat Fuck,
"FOFF" = Felonious Old Fat Fuck,
"COFF" = Convicted Old Felonious Fool,
A/K/A Commandante (or Cadet) Bone Spurs,
A/K/A El Caudillo de Mar-a-Lago, A/K/A the Asset,
A/K/A P01135809, A/K/A Dementia Donnie, A/K/A Felon^34,
A/K/A Dolt-45, A/K/A Don Snoreleone

Tuesday, August 3, 2021

Rigging

Once upon a time, my parents lived on an old farm property. 80% was woodland, 20% pasture. The house had a carriage barn next to it. The ground level could hold three cars (four if you didn't mind moving one) and had a workshop off to the side.

Up by the front of the barn, there was a 6' x 6' hatch to the attic. The hatch wasn't made of plywood. It was hinged on one side and heavy as fuck. A set of narrow, steep stairs in the back led to the attic. Dad said that with that heavy hatch, the attic was pretty much unusable.

I didn't accept that. The hatch had a ring in the top near the edge. There was a similar ring scewed into a roof beam. Then I got two triple-blocks, a cleat, and some rope. One of the triple-blocks had a ring at the bottom and a shackle at the top, the other had just a shackle. I put the block with the shackle on the roof beam and the other one on the hatch. I started the rope from the ring on the top block and then ran it from block to block, ending up coming off the top block. I put the cleat in a convenint spot.

Since the hatch lip moved about four or five feet up when it was open, I had to pull a lot of rope to open it. The easy way was to grab the rope and walk back with it. Then I'd walk up the rope, hold it again, and repeat until the hatch was wide open. When it was open far enough, I tied it off to the cleat.

Later on, I had a hook made that would secure the hatch in the open position. So then, I'd place the hook and slack off on the rope until the hook was holding at least part of the weight of the hatch. One still had to be careful, as in the early 19th Century, they didn't put railings around open hatchways.

In all probablility, that was the way that the hatch was opened and closed when the barn was used for carriages, but the rigging had long since vanished. Possibly a previous owner thought that the easiest way to kid-proof it was to make it so kids couldn't open it.

3 comments:

Eck! said...

Blocks and tackle made the world move and occasionally lifted
it for many centuries.

I'd bet that was the original setup or very close.

So when it comes time to lower, then later raise the antenna
tower that was my go to. A derick, and two sets of blocks
and a few hundred feet of line. When setup it makes it a
single person operation. Weight maybe 200 pounds all up not
allowing for angles and leverage which actually peak around
800 pounds at the beginning of the lift.

Everything old is still good.


Eck!

dinthebeast said...

I once pulled a tree that I had been hired to remove over with a ship's rope and a ten foot long trucker's hitch... After the undercut and back cut with the chainsaw.
It was on a hill and there were houses below and I was just a guy without a bunch of liability insurance, so the rope was wrapped around the tree several times and anchored to a large stump.

-Doug in Sugar Pine

Keith said...

My parents bought a 220 acre "farm" that included a 100yr old farmhouse and barn. I'd play in the barn, which had horse-drawn buggies and other fun stuff. Up in the loft were c-rats from ww2 w/cork-tipped cigarettes and botulism. Also a wooden box 1/4 full of mr. Dupont's finest- all covered with crystal tears...fun times.