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My Mother had asked me a few years ago if I would be interested in her Uncle Harold’s Burial Flag. Harold was an on line medic in WWII. The story is told in the family that he was running to the aid of his comrades and was “cut in half” by machine gun fire at the Battle of the Bulge in November 1944. Of course I accepted this offer and bethought myself of a way to display this in an honorable fashion.
As it happened, my Girlfriend at the time also needed a Flag Display Case for her Father’s Flag. He had been in the Merchant Marines and served on one of the many Liberty Ships that played cat and mouse with U-boats in the North Atlantic. He had survived the War, but passed away in the early seventies. As her parents had divorced, it was a very special and meaningful link to her Father.
So, I had two to make. I had only seen one or two in my life, and never examined one in any great detail, so I came up with my own interpretation. I wanted them to be folding and decided on pinned finger jointery, and therein lies the rub. I knew going in that the 45 degree angles of these would make the joints unusual and kept putting off the job, with a strange mixture of reluctance and eagerness. Reluctance, not knowing if I was even up to the task, and eagerness, with the joy of attempting the new and different. I finally forged ahead and, as I suspected, the joints had to be cut by hand, and then hand fitted. Out of tribute to the thirteen original colonies, I marked and cut six joints on one half, seven on the other, and alternated around the perimeter, for a total of thirteen fingers at each connection. I used Lexan rather than glass because these do not come apart and glass wouldn’t be able to be replaced, however unlikely it seems that it would get broken. There are a few discrepancies here and there on them, the Oak that I used was not exactly of the same thickness, but overall, I was pleased with the results. The Girlfriend loved hers and I returned Harold’s Flag to my Mom. No longer having to sit in a plastic bag in the basement, it’s now prominently displayed as one of the first things that anybody sees when they enter my parent’s home.
-- Mike in Concord, NH---Unpleasant tasks are simply worthy challenges to improve skills.