My dad owned a construction company when I was a young teen to my twenties. He started when we first moved to Alaska in 1970 (we the family that is, he moved up during the earthquake, LITERALLY he was on a plane headed to Anchorage when the 64 quake hit, they turned it around and it came back to Seattle, but he was on another one within a day to come here and work on the rebuilding efforts)…
At any rate, in the early 70s, we moved into our first house, one he and my uncle, his younger brother, had built with the business.
When we moved in, there was, fulfilling local building requirements for habitation, running water in the bathtub, and a toilet downstairs in the basement. There was no carpet or even padding, and not all of the walls were finished, many just had framing and viscane. (visqueen).
We, as a family, gradually finished the house from the inside out I remember it as being fun and exciting back then. We had also had a hand in the construction, sweeping sheetrock, drilling holes in the framing for the electricians to pull wire, tarring the foundation before it was backfilled in, stuff like that.
My sister and I both grew up learning how to do all sorts of things girls normally don’t do. My sister later bought a little house in “the valley”. Another little house that was basically just a shell. Over the years, we, again as a family, finished it from the inside out. I remember at one point, squishing myself up under the one main roof beam so that she could jack it up and place shims and spacers to straighten it out. Damn roofs are heavy!
I’ve roofed several barns, roofed and/or repaired roofing on houses and sheds alike, hung sheetrock, taped and mudded (I hear the appropriate term for this is “pooping” ugh :D). I’ve painted, wallpapered, laid carpet and linoleum. I’ve even installed data and phone jacks for a company I worked for, thanks to all my building experience.
It’s hard, hard work, sometimes it’s frustrating. It seems like any task that “oh, this will only take an hour or two” QUICKLY becomes a nightmare of repeated trips for more material, or an aggravating puzzle to figure out or something. We even have a family joke about it “DON’T say it will only take X amount of time, it’ll take forever then”.
Not to sound all trite and gushy, but, the work is really hard, but it’s so rewarding to see something you’ve built and decorated with your own two hands.