Oh, hail!

It was at about 3:00 PM that the hailstorm came through the valley in which my concrete plant is located; I happened to be on the loader at the time, pushing up stone and filling the aggregate bins. ‘T’wasn’t particularly large hail, about the size of peas. It was mostly an interesting phenomenon, but didn’t do any damage.

Well, it didn’t do any damage at the plant. One of my drivers was called by his daughter, who said thad lost a few windows. He lives on the same street I do, about six blocks away — and about 100 feet higher.

On the way home, it was obvious that our street had taken the brunt of the damage, although my daughter said that there was some flooding on Broadway, on the tourist trap side of town. The street was covered with leaves blown and knocked off of trees, but I was surprised to see that there were no large tree branches down. This made me feel better, because my neighbor has not one but two dead trees, of substantial size, in his yard, on te side closest to the fence we share. The trees are still standing.

There were windows shattered on my street, especially at the trophy shop, which has some large ones. When I got home, I found the damage to our house: two storm windows broken, and a third cracked, plus one 3″ by 3″ pane in a regular window broken. Some of the exterior paint had been chipped off, but I already knew that I’d have to repaint next summer.

All in all, it was annoyance damage for us; a lot of people got it worse than we did. The damage is certainly less than the deductible on my homeowner’s insurance. Our damage faces the street (the front of my house faces west-northwest), but our house was somewhat shielded by the houses across the street, which took damage to the back side. Some people I don’t know lost some vinyl siding, which is a lot more expensive damage than we suffered. Our next door neighbor (on the opposite side from the one with the dead trees) lost sections of his front porch awning.

The 3″ x 3″ window will be a pain to replace: it’s on the attic dormer, and there is no place to stand. The best that I’ll be able to do is pull the window down and try to repair it by reaching outside. I’m sure that I can strip the old putty easily enough, and install the pane and the metal pins which hold it into the mullions. It’ll be getting the putty straight that’ll be the biggest pain (pun intended).


  1. It is — but it’s a 100 year old sash window. If it were on the bottom sash, I could remove the inner rail easily enough, and bring the whole sash in the attic, but it’s the top, and that means the outer sash. The process could still be done, but that really becomes a major undertaking.

  2. I’m not exactly sure of the age of the house: I have three dates of construction (1890, 1902 and 1912), and don’t have any idea which one is correct. Were I one of the idle rich, I might mosey on down to the courthouse, to see if there are any actual records! But, it seems that, at the very least, the house is 95 years old, and possibly 117.

  3. Getting the putty runnin’ in a straight line can be difficult for a concrete man. They tend to work on volume instead of precision.

  4. Oh, I have a decent eye for this sort of thing, Rov. It’s just that I might have to try to do it while reaching over the top of the window, working backwards.

  5. I tried to look up your house online at your county’s Recorder of Deeds, Assessor and Treasurer sites, but they gave me “no records”. Your water department might have the most accurate records when it comes down to it. Do you have a local historical society? They might even have a dated picture of your neighborhood with your house on it.

    P.S. I’ll trade you your hail for our oak leaf itch mites. We’re afraid to go into our yard.

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