I will conclude this blog on the building of rivergirl’s toolbox. I worked real hard this past weekend on rivergirl’s tool box. It is going very well because I have put my heart and soul in it and I will finish what I say I will do. My wife and my two daughters have watched me work on her toolbox these last two weekends and they know that I am putting my heart and soul in it and they are fine with that because they know my heart and soul and they know my personality and know that I will never harm them and that I love them truly always. I have told them about rivergirl and what a fine lady she is. So let not any man say there is anything bad in my building of this toolbox for rivergirl. I have no ulterior motives other than she is my dear friend and I will always love her as a friend. Had I not come to Lumberjocks I would not have known of her wonderful personality so I thank LJ for our friendship.
The building of this tool box is an intently personal experience and I will put my heart and soul in it. It will have my personality in it. As a matter of fact, everything that I do with my woodworking tools has my heart and soul in it. You cannot separate anything that I do with my tools from my personality. I don’t know when I will finish it but when I finish it I will know it and I will send it on to rivergirl and may it serve her well.
A woodworker without a personality is about as interesting to me as a stump in a clear cut forest. In my opinion, anyone who misses my point misses the real nature of woodworking by a very large degree. It’s a love of your tools and the wood and what your hands can do with the both of them whether you are an outright beginner or a seasoned professional. If Lumberjocks wants to take the personality out of the woodworkers on this site, as if you could really separate the two, then you err. Here is the conclusion of the blog:
“So let it be written” that once upon a time in the history of the world an old man called helluvawreck built a special tool box, with his own two hands, for a beautiful lady called rivergirl that would be exchanged for a special foot stool, that she built with her own two hands, in order for helluvawreck to have a comfortable place to rest his tired, weary feet in the twilight years of his old age. “So let it be done.”
Now, I will become one of the stumps in the clearcut forest.
The blog about rivergirl’s tool box has concluded.
-- If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. Henry David Thoreau