Well, here we are, another Father’s Day. I know you’re expecting another post on the oxbow series or the next step in the connoisseurship but that’s not where my head is today.
Today I’m thinking about the greatest guy I ever knew, my Dad. He wasn’t a woodworker, he was a computer guy. He really didn’t understand the furniture I make or why I would want to work so hard for so little pay but he supported my dream. He was there when I was just starting out as a woodworker telling his co-workers about me, drumming up jobs where I could learn and expand my skills. He helped my get my first tablesaw, a Sears craftsman 10″ 1hp tablesaw. We put it together in the basement and my woodworking career was launched. I delivered newspapers for months after that tablesaw purchase to pay him back. Oh, I built furniture with it but that was MY money. He was okay with the arrangement.
When I went into the antiquarian book business, he was there too. When I bought a large library through a friend who I would come to know as a second father, my Dad was there with his little Mazda pickup helping me carry out over 85 cartons of extremely heavy books on period furniture, art and architecture.
He was there when I started my own furniture shop. He was there when I was in high school and decided I wanted to learn more about woodworking. Some of my favorite times were when he would get me up early on a Saturday morning and we’d head off to the golf course with his Dad.
Sure, there were the times a little kid I recall my Dad being there. President of the youth bowling league, head of the Boy’s Club, going on my first camping trip as a Boy Scout (a 25 mile backpacking trip on which we got 18″ of snow…my first, his last). We had fun. I miss him.
Jay and Glen, both of you guys recently lost your dad’s. They were both special to me as well. They too will be missed. Happy Father’s Day guys. We had good ones.
To everyone else who reads this have a happy Father’s Day if you are one, or if you just have one.