HOW Did It Happen?

I came home from work one afternoon to find one element of our gallery wall lying on the kitchen island.

Our kitchen hall gallery wall.
Our kitchen hall gallery wall.

As I was getting ready to rehang it Charlie told me it (the frame) was broken.

The frame not only fell apart but also cracked.  There was no glass in it -- phew!
The frame not only fell apart but also cracked. There was no glass in it — phew!

That’s no problem,

The frame is rustic so the visible repair is not bothersome.
The frame is rustic so the visible repair is not bothersome.

I can fix a small frame with glue.

The smoke alarm is a good 6-feet away from the picture that fell -- almost in another room actually.
The smoke alarm is a good 6-feet away from the picture that fell — almost in another room actually.

When I asked how it happened that the frame, which is hanging over 6-feet off the floor, fell down, this is the story I heard.

The hall.
It’s a wonder the pendant light is still hanging.

Charlie was making a grilled cheese sandwich and used an oversized pan lid.  The lid got so hot that it started to smoke and set off all the smoke alarms in the house.  The smoke alarms were screaming “FIRE!, FIRE!” and a siren was going off.

Looking up toward the ceiling the smoke detector is not near the gallery wall.
Looking up toward the ceiling the smoke detector is not near the gallery wall.

To try and stop the mayhem (instead of turning on the kitchen exhaust fan) Charlie fanned the alarm in the mudroom with a towel. He must have really been waving that thing because the picture which was over six feet away was knocked off the wall.

The joints are numbered.
The joints are numbered.

It must have been quite a scene.  Anyway, this frame was easy to glue back together because its maker (it looks totally handmade) numbered the joints so I just matched the numbers after putting a small bead of Gorilla superglue on each.

A pencil drawing of an old mill.
A pencil drawing of an old mill.

The picture, a pencil drawing which I had done in college, just slips into the back and holds there mostly by friction.

My grandmother had this hanging on her wall for a long time.
My grandmother had this hanging on her wall for a long time.

I hung it back up and told Charlie all about our EXHAUST FAN.

How do things happen at your house?

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Author: Jo

Welcome to The Glade, where the second generation of renovations has just begun and the mania about our home, music and other passions fill our days and nights. We’re Charlie and Jo in the music world; Mary Jo and Charles to family; and JoJo and Charlie to each other. We are renovating a midcentury house in a Victorian historic district where we want to live there the rest of our lives. It's a 1946 house located in Maryland. We were married in this house. Thus far (pre-blog) we refinished cabinets, added a window seat (still working on the cushion), rearranged a wall in the guest house due to sink/vanity replacement, planted a vegetable garden, and other quick and not-so-quick fixes. So this latest zeal for construction is the result of my having lived here since 1997 and feeling a need to ready the house for the next chapter and beyond.

5 thoughts on “HOW Did It Happen?”

      1. Hey, at least you have someone that tells the truth! Whenever something breaks in our house, the chain of events remains a mystery… Happy weekend.

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