Last summer my cousin gave me an old oar and asked if I could use it for one of my projects. It was about eight feet long. I new immediately that I could easily use the oar for one of my chair projects. It fits exactly with the type of chair I like to build – three legs with a tall slender back.
Now there is some family history associated with this oar.
My mother immigrated to Canada in 1949 with her parents, four sisters and brother. Her father’s brother, wife and seven daughters came with them. They were coming from Pescara, a seaside city on Italy’s Adriatic coast. A strategic port city, it was heavily bombed during WWII as the Allies made their way up through Italy. There was not much left there after the war. The two families came to join their brother (my mother’s uncle) who had come to Canada in the 1920s.
Growing up I was fortunate enough to spend all of my summers up at our cottage on Georgian Bay’s Allenwood Beach.
An aunt and uncle also had cottages on the same beach. Allenwood is a large sandy beech and I’m sure it reminded my mother’s family of the beeches they left behind in Pescara.
So each summer weekend was spent at the beach with my cousins, extended family and numerous friends that would come to visit.
My uncle (my mother’s brother), imported an Italian style boat called a Moscone. A Moscone is a pontoon boat with two bench seats on either side of a central platform.
Many hours where spent on the moscone, rowing it and using it as a swimming platform. It was a perfect mobile dock for us as kids we waited for our turn to go water skiing. Unfortunately it is long gone.
However, the oar that I was given came from the moscone. The challenge now was to build a chair that had some meaning.
-- Peter, Woodbridge, Ontario