Greater Love than This, Hath. . .

. . .very few brothers. 
For the past ten days, my two bros Paul from out Reiter Rd. and Dave from Denver have spent 8 to 10 hours daily, removing the shingles and replacing them, scraping the gables (that I believed were in good condition) repainting and repairing them.

I thought someone sufficiently intrepid, i.e. unafraid of heights could scrape off the loose paint and repaint them from a ladder. Wrong. The gables and new ventilation system required a scaffold, which had to assembled, disassembled and reassembled four times.

Apparently, old Victorians, lack the ventilation mechanism that keeps the shingles from getting hotter than a smelt furnace. Smilingly, a company will sell you them with a 25-year guarantee, it knows will barely last half that because of your ventilation and the materials in their shingles, and then refuse to honor the guarantee..

So can certainly see why most of the houses around the countryside that once had Victorian scallops, triangles and dentiles on their gables have been covered up.

You are cordially invited to saunter by and cast a critical eye on the handiwork of two extremely fine workmen and fabulous brothers who have made it possible for an 1880s Victorian to live another season.