Cast Iron Fence: We Can Rebuild It
Here’s a fun guest post from a Clinton Hill brownstone owner… The story: Our 130-year old iron fence was in terrible shape, barely standing at all—the last of the five identical houses in our row to have even pieces of the original. I had Vinnie from Italian Art Iron Works on Bergen Street out to…

Here’s a fun guest post from a Clinton Hill brownstone owner…
The story: Our 130-year old iron fence was in terrible shape, barely standing at all—the last of the five identical houses in our row to have even pieces of the original. I had Vinnie from Italian Art Iron Works on Bergen Street out to look at it, and was still skeptical that it could be saved. It was missing 17 arrows and five of the seven post-end caps. Fortunately, previous owners saved 16 arrows, so at least we had those. Vinnie says to me, “You gotta spend-a the money.” So I did. Here’s a photo of Vinnie’s guy putting the pieces together along with one of what it looks like now. But that spikey finial you see below was one of only two that we had. I scoured the salvage places, emailed photos to Olde Good Things and all the rest—nada. Vinnie ballparked that it could cost us $4,000 to have new ones cast—yikes!
And then…
…my architect found these guys: Tomahawk Foundry in Rice Lake, Wisconsin, of all places. I sent them a picture and described what I needed. They said they’d do it for $150 apiece. I sent them one of the remaining finials. Three weeks later, they sent me the parts—gray iron, cast in sand. Original on the left, replica on the right. Perfect.
So if you’re looking to bring your iron fence back to life and can’t find all the pieces, there ya go. Fence should be complete again within a couple of weeks. And Bob’s yer uncle.
Slopefarm – That’s showing your mettle, for sure.
Slopey…ROFL!!! 🙂 You get the Pun of The Day (POTD) Award!
Why did this diminish into ethnic issues anyway? If ferrous something going on here, I’d like to know about it.
When the gate hits your ass like a kick in the ass, that’s Amore.
That would be overwrought irony, bx. Of course, if we were arguing about perceived putdowns due to social class rather than ethnicity, then we would be talking about caste irony. And if you have another way of looking at it, that would be angle irony. And if sexism were involved, then we’re talking pig irony.
Although it panes me, I will have to steel myself against the desire to pun further. We should all stop railing on this topic.
But it’s not raining bullets yet.
I see the irony in all this. I weep…I rust…I dry.
Sky has been gunmetal all day.
Snappy!