I began by fitting the two end posts and fastening them in place temporarily.
I removed the posts and fastened them in a frame the exact size as the stairwell. The top rail is on the table ready to clean and fit.
The fitting has begun. I positioned the rail over the posts and traced the shapes of the post tops on the rail. A bit at a time I removed material with a drill and chisel to create a socket for the post tops. The process required several tracings.
After the fitting was complete my apprentice and I ground and sanded the rail smooth.
I lagged the finished posts in place permanantly and secured the top rail to the posts. The next step is to fill in the spaces. That can wait until I renovate Mom's bathroom.
The explanation of life and related writings.
While earning a B.A. and B.Phys.Ed. at McMaster U circa 1970 I learned conflict pervades our lives, and I asked why. Years later I discovered the answer is the question of meaning I call "the last why", for it will never be answered. Still we try and have tried to "fill the void" behind "Why am I?" in ways that conflict, since it was first asked by 'Eve'. The result is our open-ended history of optional conflict.
In 2005 my Mom's need allowed me to see if I was a fool for asking why, by seeking reaction to my analysis the only way an anonymous carpenter could, with a website. I first tried to attract visitors with prose posts but changed to my poetry, for reason in rhyme is more memorable. I've had to advertise so I could be twice the fool but reaction leans toward, I may not be. If you like a poem please at least click the new 'like' (heart) button. It will help keep mine beating. Sharing will help too. Thanks. Doug.E.Barr