|Project by ardbeg||posted 05-25-2012 02:33 AM||960 views||1 time favorited||7 comments|
A week ago today I lost my dad to a heart attack. He was 75. He had been saving a number of 3’ long black walnut tree trunks and limbs for the past 20 years trying to decide what to do with them. I brought a bunch back with me on the drive home yesterday.
Today I figured what better way to honor his life and passing than to use some of the wood to make my mom something small that I could mail to her, I milled up one of the small split logs and went to work.
What I decided on was making a small box. I left some of the age damage on the top edge to symbolize the decay and and brokenness that the end of this life brings. The lid is made from a split section with a live edge, symbolizing life after death. Finished in wipe-on poly, symbolic of my dad’s quick finish (he went quick which is what he wanted) All told, it was a nice way to spend the evening working wood and thinking of dad.
Interestingly, the last time I saw my father was two weeks ago when he came to visit. We spent a few hours in the shop talking about hand made dovetails and trying my new chisels. A fond memory to have as my last.
Thanks for looking,
-- You may delay, but time will not. --Ben Franklin