Memories of MY Father, part one, by George Michael ("Mike") Allen
Dad was a man who had pride in his work. When he poured concrete, he "made it right". When he "pulled a screed", he would cock his head while looking over the surface of the freshly poured "mud". He was making sure there were no voids in the level of the pour. He would pick up a bit of mud (just a little bit) from the the front side of the screed and toss it back to fill any voids (ever so slight voids) and move that screed back and do it again (and then cock his head and look it over again, just to make sure).
He always used 3/4 rock and tamped it well to bring "the milk" to the top. None of this "pea gravel, no tamp" business that they use today. When I worked for him during the Summer, I was the guy who went back to water down the slabs from the previous day or two. I never saw a puddle or a low spot. His slabs put a billiard table to shame. When he did a big job and used "Finishers", he used only the best. And they knew they better "do it right".
That's "MY" Father.
Part II to come....
Copyright George M. Allen or Michelle Allen Bychek 2012
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