Down in the basement are twelve or thirteen years of memories, of projects completed and hanging proudly around the backyard or sitting in the kitchen. I am really not that handy. I could never make a fine piece of furniture with dovetail joints and a fine finish, but I have done my share of birdhouses, step stools, shelves, and racks.
I am quite accomplished at installing complete door assemblies (including one French door to the deck), baseboards, and toilets!
One of my fondest creations is probably the oldest and is currently beginning to deteriorate down by the lake. It is a sixteen room, two-story, Martin house, and is the only thing I’ve ever made from a blueprint. It took several weeks of tedious labor to finish, and raising it high atop of a 4X4X16 almost took my shoulder off (hey, maybe that’s the reason for my problems now…mmmm).
My most accomplished piece is a solid oak step stool I made for my wife. I used biscuit joints, routed the edges, and rubbed it to a shinny finish. The stool is not a masterpiece. However, it was made with love and will out last us both by a hundred years or so.
When I look at these photos, or rummage around the basement I remember the times Katie and I spent there. I would cut out the birdhouse parts on the table-saw and my granddaughter (Katie Bug) would help me assemble and paint them. Once I was stapling an aluminum roof on one and I buried a staple in the palm of my hand. I took a deep breath, pointed to the stairs, Katie ran up the stairs and closed the door so I could finally scream out and cuss myself! She knew her Papaw well!
Believe me; it took some restraint because that hurts like crap!
Each rough little piece means a lot to me and I hope to Katie Bug. It was quality time spent with someone I love with all my heart.
Thanks for the help Katie Bug.
I am quite accomplished at installing complete door assemblies (including one French door to the deck), baseboards, and toilets!One of my fondest creations is probably the oldest and is currently beginning to deteriorate down by the lake. It is a sixteen room, two-story, Martin house, and is the only thing I’ve ever made from a blueprint. It took several weeks of tedious labor to finish, and raising it high atop of a 4X4X16 almost took my shoulder off (hey, maybe that’s the reason for my problems now…mmmm).
My most accomplished piece is a solid oak step stool I made for my wife. I used biscuit joints, routed the edges, and rubbed it to a shinny finish. The stool is not a masterpiece. However, it was made with love and will out last us both by a hundred years or so.
When I look at these photos, or rummage around the basement I remember the times Katie and I spent there. I would cut out the birdhouse parts on the table-saw and my granddaughter (Katie Bug) would help me assemble and paint them. Once I was stapling an aluminum roof on one and I buried a staple in the palm of my hand. I took a deep breath, pointed to the stairs, Katie ran up the stairs and closed the door so I could finally scream out and cuss myself! She knew her Papaw well!
Believe me; it took some restraint because that hurts like crap!
Each rough little piece means a lot to me and I hope to Katie Bug. It was quality time spent with someone I love with all my heart.
Thanks for the help Katie Bug.
