Anderson house at beginning.
Women with weapons.
O’ those tarts with tools.
Doin’ the Restoration Rumble
Beatin’ back the blighted blues.
A lonely hovel up on a hill —
A seven-year pain, a bitter pill
A rundown house but not a home
With little left except the loam.
But with hammer and with heart
They start saving by taking apart.
Battered boards go away
And neglect can no longer stay.
They build up by building back
Foundation first and clapboard cracks.
Sanding, shaping, mantel making
New kitchen for cookies baking.
Tiles being cut for fireplace.
Women with weapons.
O’ those tarts with tools.
Doin’ the Restoration Rumble
Beatin’ back the blighted blues.
New stairway up, new flooring down
New windows in against air and sound.
New doors in place, uplifted face:
Cabinets, tiles, and counter space.
TV crew comes round to tape
To share and show its change of state.
Hollow house brought back to life
Ending ugliness and all its strife.
Women with weapons.
O’ those tarts with tools.
Doin’ the Restoration Rumble
Beatin’ back the blighted blues.
Exterior and interior work.
[Editor’s note: so see more photos of work done on this house, go to https://www.facebook.com/The.Anderson.Project.ONK It’s amazing what women (and some men) with the right “weapons” can do to bring things back to life rather than take life away.]
Woman with caulking gun working on new window.
–Poem by David E. Booker; photos taken from Facebook page.
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