the Wand & the Hands that created it

Stevie Wonder’s it again.

 
He bought himself a lathe a few weeks ago: with a little carving here and there the things he is creating with it are simply. . . magical.  If your a Harry Potter fan you may recognize this wand. It’s Luna Lovegood’s.
 
This son of mine continue to amaze me as I mull over that age old Nature Nurture question. These things just seem to come naturally to him.  I think this gift he possess is in his blood.  
 
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 In the Studio :: Unknown Mami Sunday’s in My City
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And then . . .

Remember when  I said “until next time”, the last time I  posted? Okay then,  Do you remember when I said the last couple of weeks were a little crazy around here?
~ WELL ~ 

I’ll tell you. . . it must have been wild wilderness week or something last week because the madness didn’t stop with snakes.


~ Yes, It’s true ~

Yeah, so anyway: Tuesday,  my sister Lucy *** aka Margaret *** fell by tripping over her sandals. Yep! right over her sandals. The bad news: Lucy stopped her fall with her face. 

On her face y’all! 


Right on her face! and here is where I have to say, “Bless her Heart”. That is exactly what we say in the south if someone falls on their face. So, I’ll just go ahead and say it again for all of us. 

“Bless her heart!”  


You know it’s one thing when you think someone will fall on their face but when they actually do it. . .It’s just bad.


Poor Lucy! 

The best Nana ever took her to the doctor and thankfully or shall I say . . .as we say in the South “Thank the Lord!” Nothing was broken. Lucy had bruising and swelling and lots and lots of soreness. 

But! the fun didn’t stop there.

The very next morning I called to see if Lucy was okay and she wasn’t! She was not good at all. She said she felt terrible. Being the good sister that I am I went to check on her with my concerned face. .. and concerned I was. I found that she was swollen and groggy and just a little bit loopy. . . more so then usual. But then I guess when you fall on your face your going to be swollen and groggy and  just a little bit loopy. So I left her to rest and told her I would bring her back some homemade soup that I had made for my son number one. . .the one that just had his wisdom teeth pulled Monday.           

As I pulled my dented car out of her drive way  ***remember last week the best Nana someone hit my car*** the best Nana ever call and whispered into the phone with alarm. “There is a squirrel in the house!”  

Okay, what???  


I thought I heard you say: “There was a squirrel in the house”.   


and the best Nana ever replied 

There is a squirrel in the house! 

I quickly went to help. . . Someone had to do the screaming and I already had practice with the snakes.

It just happened with luck that Big Brother Bill was there. Without a thought to himself, he shinned up his armor, threw it on and became the hero of the day by battling this wild animal that had invaded his mothers home. With nothing but skill Sr. Bill the Knight trapped the creature into the fireplace. Bill would defend his mother to the death. . .  Bill’s first thought was to have that little varmint run back up the chimney. . . the same way he came in. 

and just so you know: this is where I helped again because new dishes caught my eye!  


I just love dishes. So I said “Oh! new dishes.” and with the squirrel safely trapped in the fireplace I started to unwrap the new dishes and look. Bill said “hey! let me have that paper the dishes were wrapped in.”  So I gave it to him . . .and that’s when the excitment started. 

With the fireplace safely wrapped in plastic and duck tape. . .Bill lite the paper I handed to him and stuck his arm behind the plastic. He started to take the cerramic logs off there settings . 

THERE!!! the varmint was hiding under the logs! 


In the fireplace you could see the little things heart beat in a panic as a giant arm came closer and closer . . . and smoke filled his secret hideout. 


this wild thing went crazy and scrammebled to get out. 

To bad for him he didn’t didn’t run up the shoot as planned. Instead he tried to run up the wall and got trapped in the plastic and duck tape. 

This is were Sr Bill the knight caught him with his bare hands. I helped here too by screaming and throughing a towel Bill’s way. Bill wrapped this wild creature in the plastic and quickly took him outside. Secured the fireplace shoot so cousins and friends of this crazed critter could not come into the house and avenge their brother squirrel. 


When I told Stevie Wonder about all the excitement at the best Nana’s house, he turned himself into one of the Clampetts *** this was a time you needed to be a clean shot! Buck eyes and the whole nine yards! *** 


Stevie Wonder knew the best Nana ever wouldn’t want big holes in her walls – he knew when he patroled the property he had to be a clean shot! I even think I heard him say “Hot dog!” when he grabbed his pellet gun and “com-ents to a-runnin”

However, much to Jethro’s disapiontment the best Nana ever was not going to turn herself into Granny and cook up sqirraul for dinner. 

And the week ended as it began. . . With a birthday. . . this time it’s the Best Nana’a big day. 


Happy Birthday Best Nana! 


Happy Mother’s Day Y’all! 

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the foolish Window

There once was a grand, but lonely window that needed a home. Even though, this lonely window was stunning and strong, like most things it could not stand alone. This made the window sad . . . all it wanted to do was simply brighten a room and have a place to call home. 


Because the window was so grand it could not be in just any room. The room had to be an epic, strong room to support the weight of the window.  


Now you see, the window was foolish and just couldn’t understand why he of all windows, couldn’t just be a window and let the sun shine through. After all he was big, strong, and a glorious window in size, all by  himself. 

Why would he, of all windows, be left in a dark, dusty room? 



But a wiser man, known as the Visionary, knew that nothing could stand alone. The Visionary knew, everything worth something needed support.  This wise but simple lesson the Visionary not only lived, he taught his whole life through


So the window waited. . . in a dark, dreary and dusty cell like room. 


                      
  And it waited, 

                                               and it waited, 

                                                                                               and it waited. 

Until one day the Visionary‘s son and his wife had a dream to remodel their home. In this special dream, the pair wanted the window to have a special place of his own. For they too thought the window was grand.  This made the window very happy. He wanted to move in right away. 

But, he couldn’t. 


Everyone but the window knew these things take time. 



First of all: a window like this needed a large frame and strong walls for support. But, before frames and walls could be built, all dreams have to dreamed. Then of course, those dreams have to be formed into plans. Plans have to be drafted and drafted and drafted again. And this, much to the window’s disappointment, would take a very, very long time. 



One day, as the Visionary was growing weak, his son , the Craftsman, went to his father and told his father all about about this grand and lovely window. The son told his father he wanted the window to live with him and where he had dreamed the window would be. 


Now the story goes, before the visionary closed his eyes and bid farewell, he set right to work and he gave as only he could give ~  by: teaching, listening and dreaming the dreams of other dreamers. And most importantly, for the window, the son, and that moment in time, the Visionary did what he always did ~ he carefully and most lovingly, placed all those dreams onto paper.  . . so the dreams of all the dreamers could become reality through the hands of his first born son, “the Craftsman


And though it took time. . . the window grew impatient. He wanted what he wanted ~ and he wanted it all to be done right away. Sadly, the Window didn’t know the Visionary had gone. 

So for a moment, more time stood still. 


Until the Craftsman picked up the plans  again that his father had so lovingly and carefully drawn. With a heavy heart, the son decided he must carry on. 


Even though the Visionary had gone, his spirit remains close by. This we know is true, because, the Visionary’s first born son was wise, like his father.  He knew better then the window. The Craftsman knew, from the lessons of his father, the foolish window must have a strong foundation, good support and the perfect plan to stand strong.  

There was so, so much to do.  To the window, the work seemed to last forever.

and then . . .at long last! 


The young, strong, proud walls ~ the old, wise, steady bricks from the mill, now stood ready to support the foolish, impatient but lovely window. 


Even though the house was not finished, the window rejoiced ~ for he was finally out of that dark and dreary room.  The window had a place to shine.     A place to finally call home. 

Once again. . . Not the End


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Our Father’s Hands

Our mother has always said, ” Bill  was born with a hammer in his hand.”  He has always had a love for building.  Because of our father’s construction business this natural talent Bill showed could be nurtured. As the years past it came to be ~ our father would design and our brother’s would build his creations.  George worked on everything electrical and Bill would handle the building and craft work. 

As Bill grow older he truly became our father’s hands. 

It has come to pass in this bitter sweet moment of time our father’s last creation is being made reality now that Bill has decided to remodel his own home. . .

AND

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ABC Wednesday


the Artist

On this Fabulous Friday we are redefining the finer things in life while we embrace every moment in the Studio of our Lives. . .



Artist

examines 

measures 

guides 


and molds every piece of wood 

that he hand selected for the fine cabinetry that may have only been part of a dream turned into reality for the homes he builds and the lives he touches as only an artist can. 

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Playing along with: 
 finer things in life
 In the Studio

Just a Little Something I Forgot

As I was looking through the archives of all my past posts ignoring the laundry and dishes pilling high behind me completely aware of my surroundings, I noticed I had  forgotten about this very important post dated July 21, 2010. 

  See this tractor? 

Well, if I put this post on, I would have told you all about this tractor needing a home or a barn. 

Specifically a POLE barn. I think that simply means a barn with a pole in it.  

But, anyway, the barn was built.  Bill, both Georges and Tommy…built a barn made out of poles that will last well over a 150 years and this barn will hold a tractor. 



If I put this post on, I would have mentioned the intense heat last July. I would have also mentioned how cool the barn was on the inside when the  doors were left wide open. 

I would have told you how the wind would blow through these large doors cooling everything in it’s path. The wind brought everyone much relief. 

I would have told you all about Tommy, my brother’s friend, working on the roof in the 105 degree July heat and how he really just didn’t seem to mind.  I think he was just happy to have work. 

I would have mentioned to you that Matthew 

and Stephen painted this pole barn in the intense July heat.  I would have mentioned how the boys came home dripping in sweat and how exhausted they were, not only from the days work, but from the intense Southern July heat. 

Did I mention the month was July and we live in the South and IT WAS HOT! It was really, really hot! 
But, I didn’t mention any of it at all. The whole event just slipped by me. It wasn’t that I didn’t think any of this was important. I simply forgot to go back to the sight with my camera and get a new picture of the now RED barn.  So how could I have posted? 


And then of course, I didn’t want to hear Matthew say,  “Wow, your finally putting that stuff up?”  Like he just said today.               Stupid Matthew!            
  
WHATEVER!!!!!! 

Black and White Wednesday

Keeping up with Lisa’s Long Road to China Black and White Wednesday:
We have a few Birthday to celebrate this week.

Our BIG sister Karen, January 31 and her

‘little’ Brother Bill

February 2

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Guys!

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Just because it is REALLY important:

Don’t forget to sign the petition and write a letter to your local Senator and Congress man about Lung Cancer Research….It is now in the US House and Senate. There is still time to act and save lives.

Bill

This is Bill……………

These are his proud parents…….

This is the cabinet that Bill built….

This is the house that holds the cabinet that Bill built…….
This is the house that holds the cabinet, that holds the fine china and memories, in the cabinet that Bill built……
This is the house, that holds the cabinet, that holds the fine china and memories, that holds the wine that Matthew and Stephen made, in the cabinet that Bill built…… This is the house that holds the cabinet, that holds the fine china and memories, that holds the wine that Matthew and Stephen made, that holds the special statues in the cabinet that Bill built…… Bill built the cabinet not only because he is a very fine crafts man. He made the cabinet with love that shows through and through. He choose only the finest trees to make into wood. While putting it all together without any nails like only an artist could…….
Through this cabinet one can see how much Bill cares, and how gentle he can be.

Even though Bill didn’t say, it is easy to see he made this cabinet to honor his parents. He made this cabinet to show his appreciation for the God given talents his mother and father nourished in him along the way…….

This is Billy, who helped his dad make this fine cabinet, to give with love to the Grandparents that nourished his dad’s God given talents, that have been passed on to Billy and shared with love.