About a year ago, my grandfather approached me about building a project with him in his shop. He had done this many times before, but the arrogant kid/teenager/college student never had the time. However, this time I jumped at the idea. I don’t know if it was the timing, the project, etc… but everything seemed to work out.
To understand the importance of this, you have to understand that my family is not one of those “close-knit” family units. Everybody is divorced (some a couple of times), and have moved on with their lives in different places, mindsets, and/or ideals. Pretty much the only one that provided me any kind of constant in my life was my grandfather. Through my entire life, he seemed to be there on the sidelines pointing me in the right direction. I owe him a lot more than this project.
We decided to build a front porch glider out of “Texas” cedar. Over the course of the next seven months, I visited him (two hours away) on Saturdays as much as I could, as I have my own family now. We would work for as long as my grandfather’s 86 year old body would let him, and then we would drink his home-brewed beer till it was time for me to leave. Great days.
I have attached some photos of the glider “in-progress”. Simple, yet pleasing to the eye; and I couldn’t ask for more.
Two weeks after we completed the assembly of this glider, my grandfather had a mild stroke and lost the use of his left eye. His grand shop is more of a storage area these days, and he longs for the time when he felt comfortable running a table saw… I go visit him as often as I can, but it is never enough. I hope I can pay tribute to him through my life in working with wood, and I know I’ll try.
Thanks for reading this…
-- Derrek L.