Tuesday, May 03, 2011

Scrap Wood

I've mentioned before how my dad did carpenter work in the summers to supplement his teacher income. In those stories I also told how Dad would give my brother and I hammers and nails to build little things out of scrap lumber - boats to float or swords to beat each other with.
Dad would also make things from the scrap lumber - like a wood bin or a play house or something useful, but kind of silly. I've also talked about building along side my dad on several projects - creating memories and a bond too personal to share. Now I use his old leather tool belt and keep his nail punch in the pocket. Dad loved carpenter work, and he said I was his best carpenter's helper.

So I've been around carpenter work all my life. And you wondered where I got my house building skills. Building our house now is a constant reminder of Dad. Not a day goes by that I don't think, "Dad would have done it this way," or I say something that Dad taught me while giving Toby a measurement, "It's 72 and 5/8 inches and take the line." Lots of memories.

Working under the house Toby and I have to use lots of different tools to install and set up the AC/heating unit - ducts, tin snips, hammer, drill, screws, tape, etc. Toby was using a cardboard box to hold all of the tools and drag them around under the house. Of course the tools were heavy and the box fell apart. I found another cardboard box to use, but it was not very handy - too deep. So while Bo was here helping Toby on Saturday, I decided to make a box using scrap lumber - a box that would be just the right size and strength to hold the tools for Toby. I got GBN1 to help me. We hunted through the scrap lumber for just the right boards and then put them together like a puzzle. I used some thin hard-board for the bottom of the box. I would start a nail and then let GBN1 finish hammering it in. It took her quite a while - lots of swings with the hammer. But then, we had all the time in the world. When we got it finished, she was so proud of herself. She snatched it up and carried under the house to the men folk, and she was tickled pink that they immediately put all their tools in it.

Later when every one had gone home, I told Toby how happy GBN1 had been hammering the box. Then it struck me - that was something Dad would have done. Toby said he had the same thought.


Deb said...

What greater gift could you and GBN1 have given to Toby? Lessons from Dads are the absolute BEST.

Junk Diva said...

Your such a good Boo Boo, your building memories for her and enjoying yours.

Buck said...

Then it struck me - that was something Dad would have done.

Like father, like daughter. Breeding tells.

Fire Fox said...

My dad was a whittler! He worked with wood whenever he wasn't working the milk truck! Little figurine's of animals, he was talented. He tried to teach us, but if you don't have the talent... it's just a block of wood I guess!

Bag Blog said...

Thanks everybody, I don't mind being like my dad - most of the time.

Jesse said...

And GBN1 is a little Lou.

Amanda said...

I love this story! My husband always says one of his best memories with his grandfather was woodworking projects.

Mrs. G said...

<3 this post.

Bag Blog said...

Ya think?

I bet your husband learned lots. Good to see you posting.

Mrs. G,
You are going to have to explain the <3 thang.

Buck said...

You are going to have to explain the <3 thang.

Rotate it 90 degrees left: it's a heart.

-- Not Mrs. G

Dale said...

Wow, I'm late seeing this but it certainly touched me and made me cloud up a bit. What a wonderful dad you had, and like I said before, thanks for sharing him with me. Love ya Lou!

Andrew said...

Glad to see you here as respecting your parents. It is all about parenthood. Lovely and warm experience.

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Bag Blog said...

Dale, somewhere I have photo of us painting that little playhouse in
Electra. Craig and I are wearing our over-alls - just like Dad.

Andrew, thanks for dropping by. Parenthood is good - grandparenthood is even better.