It wouldn’t be right for me to only contribute my love for creating to just my mother and grandmothers. I grew up watching my grandfather in his wood shop. Of the things he built, my favorite things were the clocks. Mantle clocks and the most beautiful grandfather clocks e.v.e.r.:
Built for my sweet Grandma Ginny
Those are hand carvings people!
These scans of old photos really don’t do that clock justice. Grandpa also built the wooden archways seen in the top picture. He would let us dig through his scrap wood and use one of his sanders so we could make our own blocks. Thinking back on those days, I’m amazed we were allowed to hang out in there with all of those machines!
My father has also made things over the years. When I was a wee one, he built a TV:
Look Mom, I’m in TV! Too corny? Oh well.
My dad also has a love for wood working. I think he’d be happy spending his free time in a wood shop, creating his own wooden masterpieces. But he doesn’t have a work shop, he doesn’t have a lot of free time, but what he does have is love and the utmost respect from me. And I imagine also from my brothers and sisters (and siblings in-law as well). It’s unfortunate that we don’t realize how wonderful our parents are until we’re older. So many years go by without us telling them how much they’re appreciated and how much we really do listen to what they have to say (following their advice is a different matter). When I was a little girl, my dad built me a doll house. I loved it! I don’t know what happened to it, but I’m sure it was loved to death over the years (I’m the oldest of seven children). About 18-20 years ago he built me and several of my siblings (the ones old enough to have one at the time) each a beautiful shelf. Here’s mine:
It’s seen a lot of miles (many moves), and it shows. (It’s on my refurb list which is why it’s not currently hanging on a wall). But I won’t ever part with it. It’s a reminder to me of my dad and of his love for me. I know how hard it is to come up with the time and resources to do things you love. I also know what it feels like to make something for someone you love.
And so for all the sacrifices made for me and all the love shown and given me over these many years (I won’t say how many for both our sakes), I thank you, Dad. I love you dearly. Happy Father’s Day! Oh, and this song is for you: