After last weekend's blow, up back looks a bit like this. Grampa was a cabinetmaker in Westbrook. His workshop was in the cellar and always smelled of sweet pine. He seemed to always have a project in the works down there. The summer of my 12th year, he helped me make and stain a cribbage board and taught me the game. I enjoyed the game a lot, and it was a nice break from playing penny ante with my grandmother. We also made my first birdhouse. I guess you could say my infatuation for birdhouses all began in that workshop. I recall little about the project other than I covered the workbench with dark blue paint and bent a pile of nails. A couple of fine memories for me. Birdman Lives!
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Up Back
After last weekend's blow, up back looks a bit like this. Grampa was a cabinetmaker in Westbrook. His workshop was in the cellar and always smelled of sweet pine. He seemed to always have a project in the works down there. The summer of my 12th year, he helped me make and stain a cribbage board and taught me the game. I enjoyed the game a lot, and it was a nice break from playing penny ante with my grandmother. We also made my first birdhouse. I guess you could say my infatuation for birdhouses all began in that workshop. I recall little about the project other than I covered the workbench with dark blue paint and bent a pile of nails. A couple of fine memories for me. Birdman Lives!
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I like to read about your childhood 's memories. It's like if you were writing a book with pretty pictures!
ReplyDeleteThat blue bird house is adorable!So beautiful composition in winter mood!
ReplyDeleteLéia
adoroble cette histoire de ton enfance
ReplyDeleteThis photo gives me a good feeling powered by warm memories.
ReplyDeleteYour grandfather was a wise and patient man! The bird house is a pretty robin's-egg-blue.
ReplyDeletethe birdhouse is too cute. and the phrase 'up back' is new to me - and quite quaint!
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful to have memories of grandparents now gone. My great grandmother taught me to tat (make lace) at a very young age and I can still remember her patience. Note, I said nothing about my patience or lack thereof - hah!
ReplyDeleteLove the "up back" view here with the red and white and blue.
Bises,
Genie
Wonderful memories. I wonder how many grandparents know how much they can influence their grandchildren.
ReplyDeleteThe the colors in this shot.
ReplyDeleteWonderful story and memories!
ReplyDeleteLove the blue and red and white - and the memory the scene engenders. Perfectly perfect.
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