I have anglicised the spelling from spijkers, so spikes, as in rail road spikes, but these come out an old door my neighbour was throwing away and I managed to finagle for free, him not knowing the degree to which I coveted the thing. Not much original wood was left, nothing to do but strip it of what metal there was for a new door of a similar type, a Dutch door to be precise. I just included the shiny galvanised nail to be devilish.
Only one hinge of the four needed is missing, oh and the key to the lock – unimportant anyway.
I haven’t come across many of these from old doors, this one though will have to be replaced by a reproduction, he is far to worn and worn out.
The latch then, to the left and the bail, with its own particular backing plate, there to the right. The bail posing the difficulty of removing the lifter attached to its other end.
Here, upside-down, of course, the task is to straighten the double flange there and get it off the shaft, you know. All very technical (sounding) stuff as it is, for such an old door, isn’t it.
My old book from deGroot states that in 1900 almost nobody was still making square shanked nails anymore, only the round ones. We are, after all, in the fifth era of decline of the seven.
And a certain kind of retainer to capture our latch, restrict and control its motion to nothing more than a vertical swing. But, it also doubles as a handy grip to pull the door open, or shut, depending on your direction.
This bolt, so simple. It has its bent, curled nob grip, so artistically and yet without self consciousness formed.
Its place assured whether or not I get it to work as it should.
The hinge knuckle!
Nailed to its batten, a plank, who knows, maybe clinched.