Grateful for the life lessons taught in this shop. It was the backdrop to nightly gatherings of my father and any combination of his four children, as we learned how to hold a hammer, sand a board, and sweep a floor. The tasks were subtly interlaced with conversation where he would seamlessly work the dispersement of wisdom into the discussion. We never knew how much we were learning because it was mixed with just “spending time in the shop.” It was the continuation of time that my father spent with his brothers and their father in his shop. I imagine the thread of conversation linked that generation with the next.
This workbench sits in my shop now, and every time I see its burst of color and run my hand across its well-worn top, I am instantly reminded of all the history it holds. It warms me to know how many lessons in sawdust were imparted here — lessons that I still rely on today. Grateful for good dads, simple memories, and colorful reminders of when we were young. #grateful #gooddads