Sunday, May 12, 2013
Paul and I met in a 7th grade Confraternity class. We've been attached to some degree ever since. I really don't know how or why I came across this sheet metal birdhouse, but it rests up back in the fork of an small apple tree. Paul's dad owned a small sheet metal shop near Gorham. Paul worked there, and then took it over for a time when the old man retired. I got a kick out of it when Paul cut the back off of his old Corvair and replaced it with a sheetmetal back, that sort of resembled the rear of a van. When I worked at the cemetery, he often would show up mid-morning, find a quiet, isolated spot down back and sleep till 4 when I got off. My partner at work, Fillinger, who gave everybody at work unique nicknames, called him the 'covered wagon man', and of course it stuck. I must admit though; Paul could make anything out of that metal. When he cut the shop in half and built himself an apartment on one side, much of the furniture was fabricated out of that silver metal, like this small birdhouse. Looks like the roof is in need of a rivet or two. I'll get to that soon. Maybe this is a piece of his handiwork. I just can't recall where I picked it up.
To all the mommies out there today, enjoy YOUR day!
Elenka, you are an amazing mom!
I think she wants to go to Ken's Place at Pine Point.
Can you say fried clams?