
At the beginning of the semester we set several goals concerning what we wanted to accomplish during our brief 4 month stay at the Rural Studio. St. Luke’s Episcopal Church, a 160-year-old wonder, brought forth highly difficult tasks that shouldn’t normally be given to the typical Second Year student. We, however, proved ourselves worthy and made the colossal puzzle come together. The months of January, February, March, and April gradually built up to our final goal, the erection of the arches. We spent countless hours in preparation, finalizing the church structure and reconditioning the arches. At last, the climax of the semester finally came, a week that was truly the worst and best of our whole Rural Studio experience.








In order to take advantage of daylight, we began our days at 5:30 in the morning, getting all our morning routines and commuting out of the way in order to arrive at the site by 7:00 AM. Monday morning we came to the site with a bittersweet attitude, not knowing exactly what to expect but anxious and pretty flippin’ excited. The cherry pickers arrived a little after 7:00 and without hesitation, we jumped on those babies and went to work. We began the morning by moving the 2 smaller arches from the greenhouse to the site using the trailer. We quickly found out that we would definitely need a crane for the rest of the arches. Around 9:30, Chris the crane guy arrived. With the aid of his trusty crane, we were able to arrange the arches on the ground in order to put them together. We were then able to successfully place both small arches but encountered a great deal of problems. From the arches not fitting in the church, all the way to squaring up the arches for purlins, life as a 160-year-old church builder became quite intense. By midday, we had an audience of people that came out to witness the arch construction. At times, the atmosphere became pretty overwhelming. At the end of the first day, we were exhausted and pretty concerned about the remainder of the week, but hey, we managed to get 2 arches up!







The Hellish week continued Tuesday morning, but not without a few angels to aid us through our journey like Virgil did for Dante. (Read Dante’s Inferno, then you’ll understand). A few of the past church members from the Spring 07 group came to help us assemble Arch 1 and were at our complete disposal for any other tasks that we deemed necessary to erect the arches. First, we had to set the two halves on the back of the crane and drive them to the church site where we aligned bolt holes, push the two halves together, and nailed the trim. We later placed the jig on Arch 1 and strapped them together before Crane Chris hoisted them to the heavens. It was manna to set the jig, but pure hellfire and brimstone to unstrap the jig from the arch when we had it set in place. A one hour task escalated to a three hour three ring circus. Tempers flared just as the heat climbed. Luckily a lunch break catered by Hancock’s Barbeque helped to cool the atmosphere and allowed us to rethink our system for assembling and setting. We realized that the jig used in the deconstruction of the church served its purpose in only being a deconstructive tool. Instead of the jig, we decided to use 2×4s for bracing. The jig was too heavy and time consuming, but it was a lesson learned.. it helped us move along and replan.







Wednesday morning was just as cold as Monday and Tuesday, but everyone’s eyes were glazed with the speculation of what will happen today. Yesterday, only Arch 1 went up and at this rate, we will not meet the deadline to finish by the end of the week. Our best bet is to organize early and issue out specific duties to everyone. The Assembly Team assembled the arches from the greenhouse area to the site, joined the halves, nail the trim, and hoisted the whole piece with Crane Chris. The Scaffolfing Team made sure the arches were meeting the columns perfectly on the wood block cuts they shared. The Cherry Picker Team directed Crane Chris to the appropriate destination of Arch 2. Also, they made sure that the arches weren’t crooked on the sills and set the purlins in place between Arch 1 and Arch 2 to resist lateral force. All the while, the Assembly team gathered Arch 3 and this was the cycle between the three groups/teams. It was a great system that worked until we get ear that Arch 4 is in an unstable condition. I cried. No one saw me, but I cried. Later, I walked to the greenhouse and saw people handing tissue to one another. It was the whole team crying. I felt great to know that at least I wasn’t the only one crying. And I’m a grown man. Not supposed to, but at times like this, ya gotta do something. We all mustered strength and focused on what to do. Our taskmasters decided that we aim for 2 arches tomorrow because the sun was setting. Secretly we couldn’t allow only 2 arches to erect on Thursday. We all voted to aim for four arches, knowing that three arches was the only possibilty. We aim high because we can get no lower. Two altar arches and Arch 1 and 2 stood alone on Wednesday’s sunset. Thursday will only foretell how well we do. But hope is in our hearts.







The horrible despair that hung over our head the previous 3 days began to dissipate early Thursday morning as we arrived and got ready for another go at Arch no. 3. Late Wednesday afternoon, we realized (after taking bringing no. 3 back to the ground after an unsuccessful attempt) that the best way to put the arches up quickly was to measure the width that each arch would have to fit between. In retrospect, this is a decision we should have made in advance, but seeing as how there were dozens of variables to deal with, none of which we had any idea about ahead of time, I think we did pretty well. Once the discovery was made, the arches went up at the breakneck speed of 3/10 a/h (arches per hour). This might not seem fast at first, but if you’d experienced the unbearable tedium of the first 3 days of the week, it would seem like we were literally throwing them onto the church. After tripling our productivity and feeling our first hint of warmer weather, we were in high spirits as we left on Thursday.







Friday started off with everyone in a quiet anticipation, because with the finish line in sight, we were ready to put the misery that was Arch Week behind us. Arch 6 was put together and ready to go within an hour of our arrival, and it went up without any snags. All that was left for Crane Chris to help us with were the 2 faux arches that provide the frame around the 6 large arches for the roof rafters. After a bit of debate and research over how these “45s” (this is the name we’d given them, even though we decided that their slope is closer to 55 degrees) fit onto the roof, they were placed and braced to the arches at the front and back of the nave. And finally, after weeks of planning and hard work for the 15 second year students, the arches were up, and we could breathe a collective sigh of relief. Our cries of joy reverberated through the trees and squalid swamplands of Cahawba, and we got the flip out of Dodge.



Arch week was a trying experience for all of us, but we can simply look at St. Luke’s and see how our labor paid off. Whether we were exerting all of our possible energy sliding the arch halves together until we had a seamless fit or risking life and limb in the ever-swaying cherry pickers, we’re all proud, and honestly pretty amazed, that we were actually able to get this church back together without breaking it or straight up killing each other. We can now sleep a bit easier knowing that the bulk of our semester is behind us, and we can simply enjoy the work and each other for our remaining time in the wonderful Hale County, Alabama.
