Since I was not engaged in writing blogs back in June when Father’s Day happened, I will take this opportunity to relate this story now, on the 1st of August.
This tale begins back in 1990 when my three daughters were ages three, six, and seven, and I was a neophyte in the woodworking world, long before I imagined I would ever be calling myself something as stupid as ‘handsawgeek’.
We were all in the garage; me putzing around with something (technical, no doubt), and the three of them underfoot.
I got a brilliant idea (as most of my ideas truly are).
I ran into the house to grab my camera.
On returning to the garage, I instructed the kid-lets to find the largest tool that they could possibly lift and hold.
Once each had selected their particular tool, I sat them up on the workbench, told them to brandish their tool, and make the ‘meanest’ face they could, .....and snapped a picture of them.
That photo has graced the wall of all the garage workshops in all three homes I have lived in since.
Now fast forward to Father’s Day 2014.
After I got off work, I was scheduled to meet up with my wife and three daughters at our fave restaurant to celebrate FD.
There they presented me with a wrapped gift that contained a couple of framed photographs:
Earlier that day, they had all convened at my garage workshop, found the very same tools (except for the yellow Black & Decker drill that crapped out a few years back and was replaced by a new one), and recreated the photo from 24 years back.
A cool thing is that the original photo can be seen hanging on the wall behind the new one.