Well, the plan is to fluff the ceiling in my trailer, but that's been
delayed to the 22nd.
I do have one practical experience. At my parents house, there is an
additon. A photo from way back shows a screened porch which is about 10 by
20 feet. There is a sofa along the one end, and the length is about twice
the width. Someone put in picture windows, and the addition is now part of
the heated indoors.
Every year since we moved in (1975) there have been HUGE icicles, on the
back gutters. I mean, as wide as the gutters, 20 feet or so, and down to the
ground. Every year, the water backs up the roof, and drips through. So, my
parents have put down piepans, bowls, etc. To keep the carpet from being
And every year my Dad is on a ladder out back. Chipping channels in the
ice, so the water can drain out. With the ladder next to the picture
windows, and risking his life. Dad's a very capable fellow, but he's also
retired, and a grandfather.
Several years ago, I was talking with a former friend of mine, who had
been in the insulation business. He had the cellulose blower. We discussed
the matter, and Bob agreed to help me insulate the ceiling. It took me a
couple years to get permissison to do the job. Dad takes some time to think.
We calculated the footage, and I went to the store to get some bags of
cellulose. On the day of the job, we converged on the house. I got up on a
ladder, and took a circular saw to cut a hole in the side of the house. I
had bought two 12 by 12 vents, and so I cut a hole on each end.
Bob fed the machine, and I got to be the ladder man. I was busy cranking
the hose around in my best Play Fireman routine. After awhile, Bob came over
and said we had three bags in, how did it look.
I got down, and Bob got up on the ladder. He said it looked pretty good,
and we ought to quit there. I had a real brain flash (no it didn't hurt) and
replied that it took a couple years to get permission to do this much, and
no way Dad was going to let us do anything more if this doesn't work. We do
all six bags, adn get it over with.
Bob says OK, and went back to putting cellulose into the machine. I went
back to playing fireman with the hose.
Anyhow, the next time we had a big snow, Dad went out to look. He came
back in with a grin, and says I got to go out and look at this. We went out
to look, and I couldn't figure out what he wanted to show me. It was just
some snow on the roof. Well, that was the point. Flat, even, white snow. No
That was several years ago. In the meantime, no climbing the ladder to
chip drain channels in the ice dam. No risking being on the ladder next to
the picture window. No cake pans lined up along the glass.
I'll admit this is only one roof, and only one man's story. But, as Dad
gets older, it is sure nice that he's not up on a ladder in the winter. Next
to the windows.
I cannot comment on any reduction in heating bill. It was only the add
on room, and wasn't a big portion of the house.
Christopher A. Young
Do good work.
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