We bought this 100 year old 2-flat in Chicago with the intention of just "freshening it up" and getting it rented ASAP. So much for great ideas.
How it all started...
I understand that old houses with hardwood floors will have "unfixable" squeaks here and there; some people say that it even adds to the charm of the house :icon_rolleyes: or whatever, and I guess there will be some that you just get used to, but the bedroom adjacent to the kitchen on our first floor unit was incredible. It seemed like every single step in that little room was accompanied by at least a couple different squeaks. I mean, it was ridiculous. So, not knowing a thing about hardwood floor installations, I decided to pull the floor up.
Ah, but before the floor comes up, I need to pull the baseboard. And that's when I learn how old plaster behind baseboard does not like to be bothered. Not to mention how many layers of paint get put on an apartment wall over a century or so.
So I carefully pulled up all the wood, being careful not to damage the surfaces or split any of the tongue / groove, taking plenty of time to do it right (haha! The innocence of the naive...)
Interesting construction, for sure. First of all, the subfloor system was a learning experience. Underneath the hardwood were perpendicular strips every 16". Obviously these increase the opportunity for squeaks. I'm still not exactly sure why this method was used, although someone told me it helps prevent wear to the hardwood by allowing some flex. Continuing under these strips was the anti-squeak (yeah right!) paper followed by a layer of 6" planks that were generously nailed into the joists - no plywood back then, I guess!
They didn't spare the nails, that's for sure. They used a lot, I mean a LOT. By the time I made it through all the layers in the floor, I pulled enough nails for your average barn-raising, I think. Well, the scrap collectors that come through the alley were happy with me anyway.
I did find a few neat items in the floor as I was removing it. I didn't get pics of everything, but here are a couple memorable items:
I did a little internet research on the "Nevada" button. It turns out it was part of a set of buttons, one for each state ("Hey kids, Collect all 45!") that came in a pack of "Sweet Caporal" cigarettes. Note the Patent dates on the button (1894 and 1896). It turns out that these particular pins - the ones with the US states - were only made in 1896. I thought that was odd considering that the house was built in 1916. I assumed that a carpenter building the house just tossed the pin when he opened his pack of smokes, and this got stuck between layers of the floor, but the pin is 20 years older than the house. Well, something to ponder as I'm pulling out more baseboards.
How it all started...
I understand that old houses with hardwood floors will have "unfixable" squeaks here and there; some people say that it even adds to the charm of the house :icon_rolleyes: or whatever, and I guess there will be some that you just get used to, but the bedroom adjacent to the kitchen on our first floor unit was incredible. It seemed like every single step in that little room was accompanied by at least a couple different squeaks. I mean, it was ridiculous. So, not knowing a thing about hardwood floor installations, I decided to pull the floor up.

Ah, but before the floor comes up, I need to pull the baseboard. And that's when I learn how old plaster behind baseboard does not like to be bothered. Not to mention how many layers of paint get put on an apartment wall over a century or so.

So I carefully pulled up all the wood, being careful not to damage the surfaces or split any of the tongue / groove, taking plenty of time to do it right (haha! The innocence of the naive...)

Interesting construction, for sure. First of all, the subfloor system was a learning experience. Underneath the hardwood were perpendicular strips every 16". Obviously these increase the opportunity for squeaks. I'm still not exactly sure why this method was used, although someone told me it helps prevent wear to the hardwood by allowing some flex. Continuing under these strips was the anti-squeak (yeah right!) paper followed by a layer of 6" planks that were generously nailed into the joists - no plywood back then, I guess!

They didn't spare the nails, that's for sure. They used a lot, I mean a LOT. By the time I made it through all the layers in the floor, I pulled enough nails for your average barn-raising, I think. Well, the scrap collectors that come through the alley were happy with me anyway.
I did find a few neat items in the floor as I was removing it. I didn't get pics of everything, but here are a couple memorable items:



I did a little internet research on the "Nevada" button. It turns out it was part of a set of buttons, one for each state ("Hey kids, Collect all 45!") that came in a pack of "Sweet Caporal" cigarettes. Note the Patent dates on the button (1894 and 1896). It turns out that these particular pins - the ones with the US states - were only made in 1896. I thought that was odd considering that the house was built in 1916. I assumed that a carpenter building the house just tossed the pin when he opened his pack of smokes, and this got stuck between layers of the floor, but the pin is 20 years older than the house. Well, something to ponder as I'm pulling out more baseboards.