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Our family treasures take many forms. Some aren’t worth a nickel. So can be bought for $100 if you can find it – Anywhere. Here are some of ours.
The horses are cut out of a piece of metal by an Artisan in Mexico. My Brother in Law’s Wife Bought it for my Wife Martha. Martha put the horses up on the wall and they looked like a carboard cutout. They were completely swallowed up by the wall. I made a basic marquetry background out of very small scraps. The Frame came from offcut to my Jatoba shelving project. The cuts already had a 45 degree rip so I took a little of that off and made it look like an intentional bevel.
The print is framed in the same. I was fortunate that my wife found a midsize picture because those were the offcuts I had. What really got me though was that she went looking for that particular print. I had forgotten about it. My breath caught.
You see – years ago I used to perform in Ren Faires. I played the fiddle. You might say that the print reminds of those days because of the fiddler doing his thing. But it’s not quite like that. The Fiddler is me. The other musicians are folks who used to just pickup a few tunes with throughout the day because we got tired of our stage acts and wanted to play and hear something a little different. The artist was just wandering around looking for inspiration when she took the shot. A year later found out she had painted us and I contacted her immediately wanting to buy the original. It was long gone. Still – A treasure. I can even hear the tune we were playing because the dulcimer player had a very short repertoire. I keep hearing an Irish tune called the Gobby-o.
Now to the hunk of Junk with Mommy carved into it. My mother had some dark thoughts said “Mark, I want to know which of my things you want after I die.” I didn’t want to do that then and I will never want to do that. My Brother’s and Sisters can have everything. I love my mother and the creativity she has passed on to me is what I will always cherish. The thing is, I wanted to lighten the mood a little. I said Mom “I’ve had my eye on that hunk of firewood for hours now. Would you mind signing it and leaving it for me in your will.” She looked at me then grabbed a nearby marker and wrote Mommy on it. She said “You can have it right now.” Her mood did lighten up and she has never pursued that conversation with me again.
I found that piece of firewood this past week in my scrap wood pile. I went a head and carved out the letters she had written then sanded the whole thing down. 3 coats of Tung followed by 3 more of Urethane top coat. The hunk of hardwood is now on display. Only I could ever treasure it and maybe my kids will as well. But I’ll always remember her Mirth when she presented it to me.
Here are a few more close-ups of the marquetry.
That marquetry will never pass a close inspection but for this project, it was perfect.
Thanks for looking and if you read this whole thing – you are someone quite special. I really appreciate you!
-- Thanks for all the lessons!