Last week, I posted about the treasures I have in my home that were handmade by my dad. Today I wanted to show you a little more of his talent, and tell you a story. First, the pictures.
A cutting board that I can't bear to use. Dad makes fun of me every time he visits. He says, "A cutting board was made to be used!" But it looks too pretty hanging on my kitchen wall.
Jewelry Boxes (The two rectangular ones play music.)
Baby Doll Stroller
Ok. That’s enough. Now to tell that story.
My dad took a carpentry class in high school many, many, many years ago. Maybe this is what gave him his interest in wood working. I don’t know exactly. As long as I can remember, Dad has loved to make things. He would spend hours out in the “shop” working on various projects, and those hours would increase near Christmas time. I can remember sitting on the floor of his shop with a 2 x 4, a hammer, and some nails and beating that board to pieces! I also remember building some real projects together. But as long as he worked a full time job, he had little time to devote to the shop. Then a few years ago, he was temporarily off work for a year and was able to devote lots of time to his wood working. The problem this time, was that this break from work was unpaid. It was difficult for him to make projects in the shop because the wood was too expensive to purchase on his “unemployment” salary. And now, as I mentioned in a separate post last week, he is working 12 hour days, making it impossible for him to get any shop time in.
I found it ironic that after I showed you all his work last week, I got a phone call. Dad had some very exciting news–As of December 31st, he will be a retired man! I have been waiting for this day for a long time, because I know that his heart desires to spend hours on end in that shop. I know that is one of the things that makes him truly happy.
The thing about Dad is that he still likes to have kids on the floor of his shop. When we go home for a visit, Dad tries to come up with some simple craft ideas to get the grandkids involved in. I like that he is not only providing tangible heirlooms for the kids, but also giving them memories with Grandpa to remember for the rest of their lives.
Anyway, Dad decided a couple of years back to turn his love for woodworking into a small business called Blessed Hope Chests. He actually draws from tradition itself for the name of his business–you can read about it in his About Us page. And now I’ll leave you with one final picture–a hope chest given to Miranda last year for Christmas. (He plans to give one each year to the next oldest granddaughter.)
Miranda's hope chest stays in the basement (hence the clutter all around it in the picture), to keep it safe. When the girls are mature enough not to nick and scratch it, we'll put it in their room.