Wednesday, March 7, 2012
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!