Yes, I’m still here. The last post was over two years ago, so perhaps you wonder what has been going on with your devoted author.
I will tell you but in the next post. Here, I want to go way back and tell you first about when I began woodworking. I mean way back. Enough that I can truly say that I’ve been woodworking for about 62 years.
In the basement of the family house, prior to Palm Sunday, I built a little Catholic memorial and then gave it to my mother and father. I did not see it again until 59 years later when I discovered it shortly after my mom died (at 102; dad at 91).
She had saved the woodwork in her small number of collectibles.
Woodworking. It mattered then, and it still does.
And this is how and why I work a saw, chisel, and plane. Because what I do matters.
Go ahead, dear readers, pick up your tools and make things.
It matters.
So, I’m back online. I will tell you in the next post what has been going on. And after that, we will do more woodworking stuff. Lots to come.
Parents do that to you. My Dad had a picture I painted from when I was maybe 5 or 6. I didn’t remember it but he had squirrelled it away in his belongings for safekeeping. The fact he had kept it all that time is what hit home.
Yes, Gav, you understand. It’s not just what you made but how it’s felt.
So glad to have you back and will look forward to to reading your posts. You are one of those “woodworking rocks” that I have so often referred to when seeking solid woodworking advice.
Thanks, Drew. More to come soon.