I’ve noticed a lot of Google searches for parging mix turning up on my blog, so here it is:

9 sand: 4 mortar mix: 1 seal bond

That help?  I didn’t think so.  If you put nine shovelfuls of sand on top of four of mortar mix and 1 of seal bond, then add water, you’ll get a mess in your mixer that won’t do anything but rotate in a large, ugly ball.

So I’ll go back and try to explain this from the ground up.

Take a sturdy trailer to a quarry and buy a yard of masonry sand.  My 6 X 4 has handled many of these trips, but be aware that a trailer of that size heaped with dry sand has an additional weight of about 3400 pounds.  Exercise moderation when the guy poises the loader over your trailer.  1’ in the bottom is a good place to start if it’s a strong trailer, 6” if it’s a wide lightweight.  Be sure to have a shovel along to adjust the weight distribution so that it tows properly.

Leave the sand on the trailer.  You’ll waste a lot less and you can move it much closer to the worksite if you can get it out of there afterwards.  Position the mixer within easy working distance of the trailer, but high enough you can dump cleanly into your wheelbarrow.

Come up with a way to store your cement products so that they don’t get wet.  A second wheelbarrow and a nearby garage for overnight work well.

Everybody and his dog has his own way to make mortar.  I’m sure many of them are better than mine, but I’ll tell you what eventually worked out for four tons or so of the stuff.  If the sand and the mixer are dry, mix up the batch dry, then add water.  This hardly ever happens in the real world, so I won’t dwell on it.

Dump four shovelfuls of sand, wet or dry (don’t worry about the cat tracks, no big deal – it all mixes)  into the empty mixer.  If there’s water in it from rinsing out the last batch, no biggie.  Turn on the mixer and add a shovelful or two of mortar mix.  By mortar mix, I don’t mean that instant stuff like Sackrete.  I mean mortar in powder form intended to mix with sand.  Add water and let it mix.  Then add a shovelful of sealbond, a clay mixture known by a bewildering variety of trade names.  It makes the mix buttery, sticky, and easier to handle on a vertical surface.  Gradually add four more sand and one or two of mortar.  From there you go by feel.  Does it look right?  Did the last batch go on too gritty?  Too sticky?  Too dry?  It’s never right, eh?  Keep adjusting until you don’t care anymore.

If it looks perfect while mixing it probably means half of the mix is still dry in the bottom of the drum.  Ideally the mix as it gets buttery should roll off the top of the rotating drum and smoothly join the stuff at the bottom.  This takes a lot of practice.  By the time I had learned how to do that, the job was done, as usual.

Many times I have dumped the completed mix into the wheelbarrow, only to have to shovel it back into the drum because half of it was still powder.  That’s o.k. though it’s best if you don’t have an audience right then.  It mixes a lot better the second time.

The wheelbarrow is an amazing invention capable of allowing a worker to move two hundred pounds of slop over uneven ground to a destination.  Needless to say the physics involved, combined with fatigue, produce some spectacular spills, so it’s wise not to have anything breakable around the wheelbarrow route.

The delightful thing about the wheelbarrow is that, if you can get the thing up the stairs to the main floor of the building receiving the parging, it works very well as a storage bin for the mortar until you load it onto your hod.  There’s plenty in a batch to keep the parger busy for a useful amount of time, as well.

The problem comes when the job moves up to the second floor.  Now I know why those old stone houses had such low ceilings upstairs:  less wall to parge.

Faced with this problem I borrowed a gin pole from my pal Tom.  This rig is a small derrick which mounts on the corner of a conventional scaffolding unit.  It swings freely and has a pulley about 16” out from its axis.  After much fussing I devised a method to pull a 5 gallon pail full of mortar up to the second floor (3rd level of scaffolding), then swing it onto a plywood platform perched between the scaffold and the window sill where it would sit until I dashed upstairs to rescue it before it fell.

This was satisfyingly complex, but too much work.  Eventually I simply filled two five gallon pails, grabbed them, and ran up the stairs.  Two pails were actually easier to lift than a single because they balanced well.  As I got used to it, the weight wasn’t all that bad, and with ten gallons of mortar per trip, I didn’t have to go up and down stairs all that much.

I have found that masonry is among the most serene work in the renovation.  Enjoy your mortar:  from here on in the project will only get worse.

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By the time I’d figured out how to do it, the job was done.

The interior walls of the old stone house needed a lot of work because the wind could whip right through in most areas.  I bought a used cement mixer, a trailer-load of masonry sand, a few types of cement, and learned how to make parging mix.  My dad’s recipe didn’t warn me that the ingredients would form into a ball and just roll around in the mixer unless I took care in the way I mixed them, but eventually I figured it out. (See Chapter 6 of this series for more detail).

Then came the problem of getting the stuff to stick to the dry stone and lime mortar of the wall.  The first few days produced little success, but gradually I learned to make the mix stickier than the mud used for blocks and bricks, and to work my way up the wall, packing the cracks full directly from the surface of the hod (flat tray to hold the mortar) with a small trowel as I went.

As the mix improved, even Mom got into the act, chipping in on what I came to call her ceramics project. Filling the gaps between timbers above the windows defied physics and I eventually resorted to foam, but the worst part of the wall-repair project was the seven-foot stretch where the hearth had been torn out after the fire.  No one bothered to make any repairs; they just studded and plastered over the blackened hole.  This left a thin, fragile wall with lots of holes through to the outside for mice, bees and winter breezes, so it had to be reinforced.

Never having built a stone wall before, and confident that this one would never be seen once the sheetrock was on, I decided to buy 6″ chunks of limestone from a local quarry and have at it.  Progress was slow and of indifferent quality.  Then we tried laying an outer row of old bricks, and tossing rubble and mortar into the gap.  This was effective, but made grave inroads into the brick supply around the property.  The only part of the process which worked well was mortar production, so we finally set up permanent forms out of ¼” plywood and shoveled the cavity full of mortar and small stones.  This proved relatively quick and airtight, though it was still hard to get the mix into the top 6″ of wall with a beam in the way.

It seemed logical to replace the window frames while the masonry equipment was still out.  When disassembling the window panels I had been impressed with the 17″ fir boards the original builders had used to span the exposed stone between the windows and the plaster walls inside.  It turned out that they had used fir as well for the actual window frames.  They dovetailed together 3 X 6 inch planks for the vertical box which pushed against the stone and held the two sections of the window.

Without a supply of dry 3″ material, I had to glue up blanks from pine and treat them with preservative.  This was time consuming but not difficult.  I opted for long screws rather than dovetails, rationalizing that my frames were restrained on all sides by the stone walls, whereas the originals were likely used as a guide for the masons.  Besides, if those old guys had had 6″ Robertson screws and a cordless drill, I’m sure they would have used them.

Perhaps the most perplexing math problem I faced on the whole renovation was preparing the thermal pane order for Healey’s Glass.  Where was Mrs. Dowsett, my grade 13 algebra teacher, when I needed her?

A single window would be easy:  just measure the size of the cavity, then subtract however much of the stiles and rails is left after the grooves are cut in the wood to hold the window.  Subtract another 1/16 on each side for miscellaneous, 1/8 in height for the little rubber pads to support the thermal pane, and you have it.

But the windows overlap.  That means two layers of window and frame at the middle of the cavity.  At the planning stage, who knows how (or even whether) the thermal panes meet? What’s more, the inside window is higher up the sill, which sits on an eight degree angle.  And these thermal windows are expensive, so mistakes are not in the budget.  Yikes!

I put in many hours on the computer over this one, and I’m still not quite sure how they all fitted, but they did.  Seems to me some of the dadoes were a bit deep, but the frames have held together for four years so far and the weather stays outside, so I can’t complain.

Without a good shaper at the time of the window construction, I used a dado head on my radial arm saw to make the grooves for the thermal panes in the sash.  I still remember counting my fingers a lot that winter.  A radial arm saw will do a lot of wood shaping operations (all of them dangerously) but a blind dado for a 3/4″ window is a scary operation, indeed.

When an old Poitras shaper arrived, and later a power feeder for it, my fingers positively wept with relief.

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