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My father got me into wood-working in the first place, having been a wood-worker for most of his life. This reflects some of his later workings and activities. |
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Ah, yes - ye olde master, himself. This is my father while he was working on a table and chair set for my daughter, Holly. You might notice that he's sitting on one of the chairs, himself. He was just like me (actually, he taught me), liked to build things that you could drive a car across. Good thing too, my grand-daughter now uses this set. |
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Ye olde master, again - this time he's setting up his bird feeders for a craft show. I've got a couple of his feeders, strong as an ox - they are. Birds like them too (or maybe it's just the bird seed that's in them). |
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Part of Mom's set-up at a show. She was an avid crocheter - hardly a day passed that didn't see something new from her neck of the woods. This pic shows some of her Barbie dresses. When they were ready to go, each one was completely sealed up for showing - kept all the parts together (purses hats, belts, etc.).
Very talented lady, my mom. |
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