Not too long ago I shared about having to de-clutter and may have even shared some photos. Well, as I’ve continued on that “project”, I’ve come across some unusual things, treasured items (like the postcard I shared last week), but I think even more than those things, I’ve been taken back in time to the memories of my Dad’s workshop. He was a warehouseman by trade, but his garage ~ THAT was his domain. Tools, wood, nuts and bolts and screws and nails, and mustn’t forget the graph paper. I remember he would tell my Mom, “I’ll be out tinkering for a while”, and we knew we wouldn’t see him for some time. And eventually, he would come and “show” us his latest.
He loved making wooden things. I wish had kept photos of everything and I’m sure that somewhere in our photo boxes, there are some. Things like a refrigerator and stove for my nieces that must have stood 3 foot high at least (and yes, they even opened up), toy chests, alphabet trains and semi trucks, and even some games. Some things are still in the house, and so I took some photos to share with you.
|Burnt wire brushed picture frame|
I loved this technique he used. Burn the wood, get a wire brush and scratch it, dust it off, then stain and varnish it. He made a TV stand doing this same process.
|Storage cabinets on wheels|
Made a few storage cabinets, but this is coolest because it included 3 drawers with little sections - perfect for embroidery.
|Cassette storage boxes|
I can't believe how many of these are in the house. There are 2 of the simple ones, and maybe 3 of the nice ones, and he also made that nice one in a shorter version. We had lots of cassettes back then!
|The Doll House - our pride and joy|
My sister had asked for a doll house. Once Dad made it, she started buying small furniture: some already made, some kits. And some things in the kitchen, I think my Dad made.
|The chimney - inside and out.|
He took the time to notch out the chimney so it looks like bricks. And you can't see the roof, but sandpaper, cut into rectangles as shingles.
|The inside of the doll house - complete with stairs!|
Once the inside was done, each room was painted, carpeted or tiled and even poles where put up for drapes. Not sure if they ever got put in there though.
I learned a lot from my Dad but wish I had spent more time in his “domain” with him, learning everything, being like a sponge. I don’t think there was anything he couldn’t do if he put his mind to it. And maybe someday, I’ll attempt to “create” something wooden. But until then, I have my memories and some trinkets. Though I can’t take everything with me, I’ll sneak a few things out into my new home. J
Thanks for letting me share a bit of my family with you. Have a great weekend.
Duude (aka Julie)