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Frank has me thinking about the journey we are taking through life. If you haven’t read his blog entries, read them. You may find something that pleases you. If you don’t, then take a deadblow hammer, hit yourself square in the forehead, and read them again.
I started thinking about the journey that this little piece of wood went through to make it into my shop in rural parkland Alberta. This little burl came from a tree harvested on Vancouver Island. It was harvested in 1998. The burl was cut into blanks, sealed with wax, and sold in pieces. It was purchased by a local turner in Nanaimo. He didn’t turn it and sold it to a friend of his who lives in Surrey, B.C. That friend was the father of my cousins girlfriend. My cousin came to visit the family homestead and I presented her with a present I had for her father, my dad’s youngest brother.
This can’t be told in a short story, so, sorry. My uncle was a flower child and a great Janice Joplin fan. I was able to procure an original concert poster of Ms. Joplin (shirtless for added affect) and saved it for almost 10 years for my uncle.
This little hunk of wood made it’s way to my shop as a thank you.
-- You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation. (Plato)