Things my Dad has made for me
Since this is the view from my back yard and this is where I have been for the last three days after work and since creativity is at a standstill at my house this week, this post is things that my Dad has made for me. I saw these carved strawberries at a gift shop and commented that I really liked them, next thing I knew I had a whole crop of them. I had to paint them of course. I like that they are all a little bit different.
My Dad gave this to John for Christmas this past year. It was the first thing that Dad had made for him. John choked out a "thank-you" and said nothing more. I knew that he couldn't, he was so touched to have something made for him that he couldn't talk without the tears flowing. It was a really special gift for him.
Dad carved this r grouse and gave it to me to paint and keep. It sat in my paint room for many years. It actually startled many people because it looked so real. I am not sure why I got this one, I am really not a bird person other than I think that the grouse is some official bird for Pennsylvania and that made it mine. Everyone that sees it thinks that it is a mount and not carved.
Dad carved this r grouse and gave it to me to paint and keep. It sat in my paint room for many years. It actually startled many people because it looked so real. I am not sure why I got this one, I am really not a bird person other than I think that the grouse is some official bird for Pennsylvania and that made it mine. Everyone that sees it thinks that it is a mount and not carved.
This wood chopper was one of his early carvings and the butter mold he made for an order and then made me one also. I would like to try to actually use it at some point. That will be on the retirement list of things to do.
This guy is another early carving that I acquired.
This guy is another early carving that I acquired.
This couple are part of my Thanksgiving decorations, but I leave them on my bookshelves all year.
The Indian on the right is Chief Droopy Drawers. He was a toy of mine that I always carried when I was little. My Mom kept it because apparently I cut my teeth on his nose. You can see the teeth marks on it. A couple of years ago, my Dad made this carving of him for me..the Indian on the left.
This old lady is special, Dad made her for me when I was going through a rough patch of life. I was going through a divorce and trying to raise my daughters and pay the bills. I had bought the worst fixer-upper you can imagine. No furnace, no grass in the yard, windows that we had to plastic in the winter, doors falling off the house, it was really bad. I was working any extra job that I could find, doing whatever work was available. I was always cleaning and fixing up and Dad made this for me during that time. How symbolic.
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Glad you shared with us. kim
Have a great day.
Betsy
Rondell♥
BTW, I'll watch for the traincase in the mail!
I've started on your pinkeep and will let you know when it's ready for mailing.
Cathy