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<channel><title><![CDATA[Gray Furnaceman Furnace Troubleshoot and Repair - HVAC war stories blog]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.grayfurnaceman.com/hvac-war-stories-blog]]></link><description><![CDATA[HVAC war stories blog]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2025 10:45:09 -0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Working for the logging camp]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.grayfurnaceman.com/hvac-war-stories-blog/working-for-the-logging-camp]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.grayfurnaceman.com/hvac-war-stories-blog/working-for-the-logging-camp#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2014 02:25:15 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.grayfurnaceman.com/hvac-war-stories-blog/working-for-the-logging-camp</guid><description><![CDATA[My father, when he was a teenager about 16, went to work for a logging camp in the mountains. &nbsp;Everyone that worked there lived in shacks built by the company and there was a chow hall where the men ate. &nbsp;One of the ways logs were moved from the mountain to the mill pond was a lumber chute that had creek water high on the mountain diverted to run down the chute. &nbsp;Logs were rolled into the chute and with the water as a lubricant, the logs ran down the chute into the pond. &nbsp;As  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">My father, when he was a teenager about 16, went to work for a logging camp in the mountains. &nbsp;Everyone that worked there lived in shacks built by the company and there was a chow hall where the men ate. &nbsp;<br />One of the ways logs were moved from the mountain to the mill pond was a lumber chute that had creek water high on the mountain diverted to run down the chute. &nbsp;Logs were rolled into the chute and with the water as a lubricant, the logs ran down the chute into the pond. &nbsp;<br />As my father related, the logs ran down at very high speed and were quite silent. &nbsp;<br />My father was working on the chute and had his foot inside the chute. &nbsp;Right then a log came down the chute and struck his ankle. &nbsp;<br />Of course at this point my father could not work anymore. &nbsp;He went to one of the shacks and laid down with his ankle up and wrapped. &nbsp;He could hardly walk.<br />The next day the foreman came by and said he was welcome to stay in the shack until he was well, but he would have to pay room and board.<br />It seems it was all his fault because he got hurt!</div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The melting hat]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.grayfurnaceman.com/hvac-war-stories-blog/the-melting-hat]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.grayfurnaceman.com/hvac-war-stories-blog/the-melting-hat#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2014 18:52:12 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.grayfurnaceman.com/hvac-war-stories-blog/the-melting-hat</guid><description><![CDATA[My father worked with my grandfather for a local commercial laundry service. &nbsp;They used steam power for everything. &nbsp;The steam was produced by burning sawdust from local mills. &nbsp;One of the first jobs my father did when he started was unblocking a damper in the breeching of one of the dutch ovens for one of the boilers. &nbsp;The sawdust feed had been shut off but they did not have time to wait for the unit to cool down. &nbsp;So, into the vent my father went wearing a baseball cap [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">My father worked with my grandfather for a local commercial laundry service. &nbsp;They used steam power for everything. &nbsp;The steam was produced by burning sawdust from local mills. &nbsp;<br />One of the first jobs my father did when he started was unblocking a damper in the breeching of one of the dutch ovens for one of the boilers. &nbsp;<br />The sawdust feed had been shut off but they did not have time to wait for the unit to cool down. &nbsp;So, into the vent my father went wearing a baseball cap with a celluloid bill. &nbsp;Wonder what celluloid is? &nbsp;It was an earlier form of clear plexiglas type material. &nbsp;Once he got in there, the temperature was much higher than he thought it would be. &nbsp;So he figured he had better get this job done as fast as he could and get out of there. &nbsp;He began knocking the creosote off of the shaft. &nbsp;He could not breathe. &nbsp;As he was working and holding his breath, the bill of that cap melted and sagged down over his face. &nbsp;Now he could not see either. &nbsp;He had trouble getting the cap off. &nbsp;So here he was, holding his breath, knocking off creosote off with a hammer and chisel, trying to see thru the melting cap. &nbsp;The job got done and he got out because he did not want to go into there again!<br />GFM</div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>