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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.

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  1. “What is with all this crap?????”

    Dave, I tried to post a similar reaction but somehow mine didn’t get through. It’s like the stuff you might hear at a 10th grade poetry slam. Very self-important and, shall we say, overwrought?

  2. crescent hill- I treat people as they treat me. You began insulting me because you completely and willfully continue to miscontrue my first post. You not only kept harping on what you perceived as my insults to Vinny, you refuse to even reread that post and understand it no matter what the facts are. You refuse to acknowledge that the words I used are in no way insults- against any and all logic or dictionary. I may be transparent as glass, but you are thick as a brick.

  3. “You are a windowpane of glass, hazed over by ignorance and cracking apart apart under pressure. Even though I can see through you , I now choose to board you up.”

    What is with all this crap?????

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