Adam Harrison Levy | Essays

The Wood Stacker

Elwood Shaler. All photos: Adam Harrison Levy
Elwood Shaler has been stacking wood for 75 years. His wood piles are the envy of the valley in which he lives. They are unlike the squat pragmatic designs you often see when driving the back roads of New England. They are monumental.

He lives in a tidy white wood framed house with a green tin roof. His garage is as big as the house. It contains an enormous sixteen wheeler for hauling cattle, parked cab end first, a few vintage tractors, a power washer, a buzz saw and a Buick.

He was sweeping the garage floor when I asked if I could talk with him about his stacked wood. He looked at me quizzically. It was as if I had asked him how to walk.

Shaler's stacked wood

“Sure” he said carefully. He propped his rake against a tractor. His hands were uncannily large, as if a child had drawn them. Together we walked around the back of his house.

“Did you learn to stack wood from your father?” I asked.

He was quiet for a while. “We lived on a dairy farm just past the Rexley Bridge” he said slowing down to a stop. He kept his face turned away. “Foster Green would come by and stack cords in the woods. A full cord is 8x4x4 but Foster cut face cords which are 8x4. You could then ask him to cut the wood to any length you needed, 16” or 18” or whatever you were burning. It cost a dollar a cord.”

We walked further and came to a 20 foot long wall of wood. “One thing you have to look out for is a short piece,” he said leaning up against the wall. “You just throw those right on top along the with funny shaped ones.” He placed his enormous hands on the stack and gave it a firm push. It swayed back and forth threateningly and then slowed to a stop.

“You see how it gives?” he said. “That’s what you want so that in winter it doesn’t blow over.”

We walked towards one of his singular designs — a wood stack suspended between two trees. The light glinted through the logs even though it was an overcast day. Any number of earthwork artists would be proud to exhibit one of Elwood’s constructions.

Stumps waiting to be split

Wood stacked between two trees

Seasoned wood

“I cut this wood two years ago. It’s seasoned now. See how the ends are cracked? That means they’re ready for burning.”

“These are maple,” he continued, “but these here are ash.” The bark of the maple had craggy raised spines and oblong rivulets. The pattern of the ash was tighter, diamond shaped, and more regular. “I like to burn hardwoods. Tried poplar once but it was no good.”

I asked about a vertical stack of branches that looked like medieval pikes. “I’m saving those for a friend,” he said, “He’s got a cook stove. Heats his whole place up. So I put those up for him. I’ll cut them down to size with my buzz saw when the time is right.” He laughed. “We call them pecker posts when we’re not in mixed company.”

Elwood picked one up and hefted it like a javelin. “You can tell when they’re ready,” he continued, “They feel light. All the water has been cooked out of them.”

"Pecker Posts"

Later, we descended his rickety basement stairs to look at his furnace. It was squat and powerful and it looked like it consumed a lot if wood. He had three and half cords stacked from floor to ceiling, all held in place with a hand-soldered brace that acted as a book end. The other side was supported by what he called an end — logs stacked in a cross hatch with specially cut smaller pieces laid between them for ventilation and support.

He walked over to a steel bucket and gave it a kick. Inside the bucket were a number of odd shaped split logs. He picked one up and pressed the end of it. It crumbled. “These here are dozy pieces. Every year I burn them up first to get rid of them.” He threw the piece of wood back in the bucket with disgust. 

Logs stacked in a cross hatch, for storage near the furnace

He sat down to rest. We talked about the piping for his hot water and his ritual of coming downstairs on cold winter mornings to clean the grates and rake the coals and then stoke the furnace. We discussed the amount of wood he burns every year.

Underneath the conversation ran a theme of modest pride. All his work, from cutting the wood during the summer, to stacking it in early fall, through to burning it in the winter freed him from a dependency on oil. His heat is local.

He creakily stood up. The conversation was drawing to a close. He smiled. “My friend Jerry says that if a tree comes down anywhere in this valley its not safe from me."

Posted in: Arts + Culture, Social Good

Comments [8]

this living so close to nature in such a natural way

just being

Really? An article about a guy that stacks a lot of wood. I really hope people aren't this out of touch with wood burning practices. If so, we're all doomed.

I'm a child of the 80's from a modestly sized city and I know, and practiced, all this guy does. And I know plenty others that still do. Wood burning is still a great way to heat a home.

I'm not knocking what Mr. Shaler is doing, or even that there is a technique, and body of knowledge behind it. I guess this article just isn't directed at me. It must be for all the "urban lumberjacks" out there that are pining for the great outdoors and off-the-grid-ness.

Or perhaps I missed the, "people taking pride in the humble tasks of yesteryear" lesson in the second to last paragraph.
Derek Munn

Sorry, but if everyone did what he does wouldn't global warming and deforestation be even bigger problems???

have to agree with derek munn. there are a lot of people who can stack a nice neat woodpile. but the best part of the art in mr shaler's woodpile didn't get mentioned. he stacked the woodpile with so much air between the logs. takes more thought and effort, but his woodpile probably dries faster and more evenly than most.
marney morris

Wow, with the exception of moon, what bummers.

I admire such tasks, wish I could say I wasn't dependent on oil. I find Mr. Shaler's humble means an inspiration and envy his occupied hands.


Yeah, I'm with Moon and Colin on this one. Although the last bit about oil dependency was perhaps a bit trite, definitely unnecessary; I loved this small story, the interaction with an old man perplexed by someone so interested in his simple way.

Dear Adam Harrison Levy, thanks for this.
Rocky Erwin

you can tell a lot about a person by the way he stacks his wood.

Thanks Adam for a great story about my grandfather's wood pile! We have told countless amount of people about the feat and I don't think anyone quite understands. So you've helped given perspective. Here's a link to my blog with a few more pictures:http://jtandfriends.blogspot.com/2011/07/wood-pile-is-famous-now.html

And he's almost 87 years old and still at it!

Davina (Shaler) Perret
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