My mother just sent me a photo she found going through some of Gramma H's stuff. It's my grampa... and me at 11 days old. Grampa passed away about 6 years ago after some pretty nasty health problems. I can still see the ornery look in his eyes as he'd get ready to tease me. Although he only finished the 8th grade (I think), he was so smart and talented. We'd come into his house late in the evening to find him asleep in his chair, book in his lap. I don't recall him watching too much television, but he was always reading in his spare time. And his woodworking was phenomenal - each year he would make a batch of small wood items for all of the grandkids to pick from at Christmas. I treasure the tiny lathe-turned budvases of walnut, oak and cherry scraps. One year it was turned salt and pepper shakers in a wooden holder, another time small keyfobs (mine is walnut), and there were candle holders and many other things. For the house, he made chairs and a rolltop desk, kitchen cabinets, and a whole set of turned walnut cannisters for Gramma. In my earlier years, it seemed like every year he would put different paper on the bedroom walls, and eventually he remodeled their entire house.
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