The New Yankee Workshop - The Shop

The Shop

The shop where the show was produced is owned by Morash and is located on his property even though the viewer was given the impression that it was in Abram's back yard. Its location was portrayed as a closely guarded secret, even though astute viewers of the series would have, no doubt, gathered enough clues over the years to discern its whereabouts. The property at one time was also the site of The Victory Garden, another Morash production. Many of the outdoor projects that Norm built over the years are currently in use in Morash's yard.

The shop is 936 square feet (87.0 m2) in size. The famous sliding barn door faces west. Along the west wall is the "back bench" and drill press. Along the south wall is the miter bench and storage unit, radial arm saw, and (not seen in episodes) a computer, a TV, and a small office area. The east wall of the shop has a staircase leading to a loft area, jig storage, horizontal edge sander, and dust collector. The north wall houses sheet goods, router table, bar clamps, Timesaver wide belt sander, planer, jointer, band saw, and various mobile tools. The center area of the shop consists of the table saw and associated outfeed tables as well as a large assembly table. In the northeast section of the building is a separate finishing room.

The show has received many requests for plans for the shop layout, and those interested in such plans can purchase the Doll House (episode #602) plans. The Doll House is a scale replica of the shop, and its plans can be scaled up to build a full size shop.

The location of the shop is detailed here : http://virtualglobetrotting.com/map/the-new-yankee-workshop/

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