Saturday, December 15, 2007

Sometimes it's enough

I read an article this morning about a recently deceased local man who was a passionate woodcarver his entire life. He was born in 1922, served in WWII by parachuting behind enemy lines and blowing up bridges, witnessed the attack on Pearl Harbor, and of this event, wrote these words in his Bible: Hell is moving. We have all missed death 100 times this day. Amen.

His workshop was a converted chicken coop behind his house where he would sit for hours whittling whimsical characters and animals, often so engrossed in his project, he would work through dinner.

In the article, this is the sentence that really resonated with me and to which, I think, most woodworkers can relate: Arthritis stopped him from carving and whittling about four years ago, but he still shuffled to the wood shop with the help of a walker and sat among the pieces of wood and sawdust.

As I'm entering my busy season at work, I know that I probably won't be able to do any woodworkng until mid-March. But, during the busy months, I always seem to find a little time to at least sit in my shop or tidy up or open my tool cabinet and take out my handplanes. Sometimes it's enough to just be out there sitting among the wood.

6 comments:

Wyldth1ng said...

Good.

:)

Shazza said...

Nice story...thanks for sharing that!

IdentityMixed said...

My happiest memories are of times I just sat quietly - observing the things I enjoy (my kids playing, dogs romping, husband snoring.... well.....)

LadyBurg said...

You sound like me in the winter - staring out at the garden thinking about what I might plant. Sometimes that's enough. Sometimes I can't stand the waiting.

Anonymous said...

You're tearing me up. I too, sometimes just go out to the shop and stand in the cold. Bob Glenn

Gye Greene said...

Thx for the post. Yep -- it's good to just be in the shop.

Would totally suck to not be able to do that stuff any more, though.

(Great M.A.S.H. episode, where the soldier is wounded in the arm, loses fine motor ability in one hand. Turns out that during his civilian life he was a concert pianist.)

--GG