I picked up many attributes from my dad, the most notable of which are a love of reading and a can-do attitude. I spent hours with him in the barn as a young girl, helping him (well I thought I was helping, I won't ask him about his perspective) with projects. I have a vivid memories of watching him work the wood lathe. He made a candlestick for my mother, which is still in their living room at home. I have always loved it; maybe because I watched my dad bring it to life from a tree limb.
What I didn't remember was that he also made one a matching one for his sister. When she passed away, I was fortunate enough to get it:
Isn't it lovely? So graceful. It holds such fond memories for me of family, a cozy home in the winter, and being out in the barn with dad, wood chips flying. It's one of my favorite things.
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