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The old time woodshop journals #15: Mr. Ludwigs key and the log cabin

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I always find it amazing that no matter what we plan on any given road in our lifetime there are no guarantees of where you will be or how it will work out…. only that you are here right now and alive.

Finding the old angled key dowel the other day from that old trestle table (to help work on my table) woke up some thoughts and visions of many years gone by.

I decided to get into my truck soon after that feeling with camera in pocket and take a few snapshots of the cabin where I recall so many fond memories of my younger life. This was a very special place only a mere 10-15 minutes away from my current home.

The cabin is made of red oak from Washington DC delivered by train some 80 plus years ago. Between the logs was a white painted cement and I can still see in my memory a chunck here or there cracking out of the logs onto the rug….lol.

The surrounding neighborhood is neatly packed snug with regular looking houses, but at one time there was only a few dirt roads and this cabin…..that was all.

It was said that it was a hunting lodge people would stay in and my father still recalls riding his bike as a 12 year old on the dusty dirt road and enjoying seeing it as he raced through the path.

As time went on the section of large wooded land began to have more houses put up and my father (at this point in his early thirties) became friendly with the real estate agent who was in full charge of the areas development.

Well…my Dad met my Mom and that old cabin was up for sale…..the rest was history and as of 1969-70 my parents began their life together in this very cabin!

The cabin at that time was bought from some old hippies that ran a surfboard company. My Dad recalled seeing some of the old t-shirts with the companies logo on it packed away left in the cellar as they began to move their things in…lol.

Soon after in 1971 I was born and it’s so ironic to me now (Thinking my only woodworking experience is just the last 2 years!..lol)....but I literally grew up surrounded with wood, we even had a large half acre of woods that led down a long hilled path and onto a river.

When I was old enough, about 8 I had my first real pocket knife and like any kid of that time I could not wait to go running down into the woods and start breaking branches to make myself a spear or some sort or arrow..haaaa…...so sad that many kids do not even know what branches are now…lmao.

I remember things like collecting acorns by the bucket and having friends over playing tackle football in those wonderful piles of rusty oak leaves. The scent of fall was always comforting and somehow back then I swear the air always seemed so crisp and healthy.

Even in these pictures here I still remember so many favorite trees I used to hang around, play with toy guns, knives and tonka trucks, dig in the dirt until my fingers looked like coal. I can still feel the jubilation of a hot summers night and being able to know that even though its dark out there is no school the next day so just a few more stolen moments with just enough light left I could still see enough to keep playing in the dirt instead of doing homework.

I remember being about 11 and we had an old pool table in the garage. We used to have a great time in there, me, my Dad and a friend or two…haa…. shooting solids and stripes on an old crooked table and eating peanuts from the shell. I still hear my sneakers crackling the shells on the floor trying to sink a ball into the corner pocket and pretend to be Minnesota Fats…lol.

Christmas was celebrated back then too….lol. People were allowed to say it even…lol. Those holidays at the cabin…when you were 4 years old in a cabins yard filled with snow you never had a doubt there was a santa clause. You just waited to hear the sleigh bells in your dreams and let the stars do the rest.

We used to get the biggest pine tree and decorate it to those oak rafters! The wonderful shiny colors and again the rustic backdrop of the cabin was a sight directly out of a christmas story book.

My Mom, Dad, Grandparents, Sisters and good friends all had one hell of a great time in this old place. Records would play, beer, soda and ice tea was drank, a deck of cards or some horseshoes until the bbq was ready and a good many laughs made for an easy weekend around that combination of earth, oak and cement.

How interesting the mind can be….I held this wooden dowel key in my hand and all of this was available in my thoughts again to sift through and share in this blog with my woodworking friends.

As I was saying in my other blog, there was a Mr. Ludwig who made this old trestle table by hand. My Dad said he had a great little shop some miles from our area and he used to hand make all of his woodwork. The place is long gone many years now. Even though I just found out the mans name I really feel honored to learn about him being that this old table was such a huge part of my life. I ate many meals on this as a kid in the cabin.

The table top was solid round but later on my Mom wanted to dog ear the ends so they could collapse with hinges and then make a whole round table again by having sliding keys support it underneath. My Mom loved to work on projects as did my Dad.

So you know what?, in the middle of all this writing…..I took a break and I got it out of my bedroom and into the shop! It needs some tlc….but I can sure do it. Got to thinking what a great little table to display some old planes on! For now… the ole tool tote fits just fine wth some fun handtool treasures hiding out inside..a Stanley plane here a brace and bit there…..oh you know what we like friends….lol.

I am glad I took it out and plan to restore it, it sure served my family and I very well for all those years….thanks Mr. Ludwig what a fine piece that I will bring back to use.

Well….. the truck headed back towards home with some snapshots of the cabin collected for the effort, but in many ways deep in my heart as the truck cruises away I leave my real home behind me.

We lived there until 1987 and the same folks that bought it still live there. Good people and I am glad they enjoy it.

I suppose a life has not been lived much unless with the fruitful gains you have some harsh losses, my Grandparents and Mother are no longer with us and a few friends have lost touch as well.

To anyone out there that deals with the heavy holiday or daily sorrows of lost loved ones I can only offer this…..if you had some great times with loved ones…like the ones I wrote about in this blog and you have had some harsh losses, I always keep in mind the many people that never had any great times at all and still had the harsh losses, those are the ones I keep close in my good thoughts.

I still…... find it amazing that no matter what we plan on any given road in our lifetime there are no guarantees of where you will be or how it will work out…. only that you are here right now and …........you just might find yourself your own special key.

I will keep the shop doors open and save one for ya in the sawtill my friends,

Be well and have fun,

Joe

-- "Make something you love tomorrow...and do it slowly" JLB



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Dave

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#1 posted 737 days ago

I dont know what to say.
That was a nice blog Joe.

-- Superdav "No matter where you go - there you are." http://chiselandforge.com

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Roger

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#2 posted 737 days ago

I too am speechless. Kinda gave me goosebumps.

-- Roger from KY. Work/Play/Travel Safe. Kentuk55@bellsouth.net

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Monte Pittman

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#3 posted 737 days ago

Beautifully said. Good heritage and a beautiful home.

-- Mother Nature created it, I just assemble it. - It's not ability that we often lack, but the patience to use our ability

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kiefer

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#4 posted 737 days ago

Joe
This recollection of your past has touched my heart in many ways and brought back memories of my life especially the early years .
I posted a project some time ago of a pier ,this is at a small lake and at the same place is a small one room cottage both which I miss very much as they are far away in Europe and I will likely never see them again .
The mention of play in the woods until late is so familiar and snow at Christmas are just memories I can dwell on forever .
Oh the good old days at aunt and uncle ,simple food and good times in the shop making toy guns and swords and some kites as well .
You really got me going and I much admire your openness and you sharing your past .
Stay well my friend and I hope we meet some day in person and share stories ,that would be nice .

-- Kiefer 松

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jjw5858

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#5 posted 737 days ago

Thanks so much friends for enjoying this piece and all the same good wishes right back at you! I really would enjoy meeting you guys and sharing some laughs and woodshop tips. Thank you very much Kiefer for sharing your story, I really appreciate your words and wonderful talents.

Be well my friends!

Joe

-- "Make something you love tomorrow...and do it slowly" JLB

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Kookaburra

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#6 posted 737 days ago

A very nice tale that reminds us that we are truly part of where we came from. Not only do we take some of that story forward with us as we head out into the world, but we leave a bit of ourselves in the bannister knob shiny from our swirling hands, the wild patch of mint escaped from that tiny first garden, the healed over scar in the walnut tree from a failed attempt to build a fortress high above our realm, or the cairn still marking the spot deep in the woods where many tears were shed over the death of a beloved dog. You know, the important things. Thank you.

-- Kay - Just a girl who loves wood.

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Hoyt

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#7 posted 737 days ago

Wow, Very nice Joe, while reading this I found my self thinking of all the great times I had while growing up in a rural area. We played in the woods behind our house almost every day, all day in the summer. I still remember one of our many forts made in the woods and probably one of my very first wood working projects on my own with my younger brother. We gathered a bunch of used wood mostly old 2×4s and built a fort in our yards to shoot our BB guns out of. We would ride our bikes up to the little general store to buy penny candy or we would walk to the farm behind us and fish in the pond. I remember Christmas with my family and friends and really miss my Grand fathers who both loved to work with wood in their home shops and spending time with them in their shops. Thank you for writing and sharing your blog with us so I could remember all those great memories.

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mafe

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#8 posted 736 days ago

Wonderful Joe, thank you.
Just said to my beloved down on the beach that life is so amazing, that just few years ago I could see no light and now I have never been more happy.
Yes life is a true miracle.
Best thoughts,
Mads

-- Mad F, the fanatical rhykenologist and vintage architect. Democraticwoodworking.

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