Friday, March 17, 2006

The Chimney Sweep

Our wood stove suddenly started smoking like a bad boy. It billowed out into the house in huge clouds and burned our eyes whenever we opened the door. It stealthily crept out of seams in the stove pipe and oozed along the ceiling. It was insidious.

We have a brush to brush out the stove pipe (it came with the house) but upon inspecting the stove we realized the pipe doesn't come straight down into the fire box; the air flows kind of in and around inside the fire box before going up the pipe. So, if we climbed up on the roof and started knocking creosote loose, we figured it'd just fall into the inaccessible parts of the stove and clog it up. We tried removing some parts inside the stove, so the soot and creosote would fall into the fire box where we could shovel it out, but the head of the first bolt just broke clean off. It was about then that we decided to call in the experts.

It took us a couple of days to find someone who would come all the way out to our place and clean the stove pipe. We are not close to any city. He and his helper showed up promptly when they said they would, did a thorough, quick job and left no mess. He stuck a shop-vac in the stove and kind of snaked it up to where the creosote and junk fell down. Duh.


The guy we hired was colorful, as you can see from the photograph. He wasn't shy at all, and when we asked if we could take his picture, all he said was "be sure to get the phone number in there!"

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5 Comments:

At 9:57 AM, Anonymous pablo said...

Your sweep is colorful and chatty and straight out of Mary Poppins. I understand, however, that the chimney sweep profession does not have a pretty history. From what I've read, young boys were sent crawling up chimneys to clean them, and since clothing would snag on the brick work, they were sent up naked. They boys died young from inhaling soot constantly as well as acquiring horrible skin conditions and often inadvertent castrations from crawling around without protection. Now isn't that a nice comment to post on an otherwise nice blog? Sometimes I don't know what comes over me!

 
At 10:24 AM, Anonymous wannabe said...

I've always wondered what one would do with a used hearse after the funeral home was done with it.

 
At 3:40 PM, Blogger Urban Agrarian said...

A hearse with a ladder on top, interesting sight.

 
At 8:27 AM, Anonymous Wayne said...

Dang! He even has a Dick van Dyke hat! Goes with the hearse very well.

Glad you caught it in time - chimney fires are not nice.

 
At 2:58 PM, Blogger thingfish23 said...

I LOVE it. The hat-tippin' picture is really really grand.

Nice one.

 

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