A tribute to my Father

 My memories are my most valuable possession 

 

My father passed away many years ago,  this year I wanted to remember him in a special way.  I remembered when I was a small child in school the teacher wanted to make a scene for Thanksgiving showing how the Pilgrims lived when they came to America. My Father was not born in America, but he was so proud to be an American.  The class was  going to build a village.  My Father was a carpenter and many times back then there was no work for carpenters in the winter.  I came home all excited and told him about the plans our teacher had and I wanted to know if he could build a log house.  He said yes, but that I had to gather all the branches he would need to make the cabin.  So together we built the cabin, I gathered the branches and he built it.  He took such pride in building the cabin, I knew he was enjoying this project as much as I was.    The teacher was so impressed with the cabin, that I won the prize.

  This cabin has been with me ever since, it is over 50 years old and I am still amazed at how my Father had such pride in creating it. It is still so sturdy.   He used small nails & even straight pins to put it together.  It was truly built with love.  My Father loved his craft, he was a great carpenter. 

Now it is time to pass this log cabin on to the next generation, as I think of each of my grandchildren I know one will appreciate it more than the others.  Since my grandson enjoys the outdoors, hard work and hopes to be a woodsmen.  I decided to pass it on to him. 

Cabin front

Cabin side

  Cabin back 

Cabin Bottom

Primitives are more than decorating your house, it is the memories that can be passed down to the next generation.