Loving wood

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Blog entry by JohnnyStrawberry posted 01-20-2012 12:42 PM 6064 reads 0 times favorited 4 comments Add to Favorites Watch

I guess it has started with my grandfather who loved woodworking so much… so much that when I was a child we would think of him every time when we saw a truck packed with logs or any kind of lumber and we would say how happy he would have been with that load… (He passed away when I was about seven years old.)
It took 25 years to recognize that this endless admiration for the world of woodworking is going on in his grandchildren (yes, my sister too but that’s another story).
I assume that the pleasure of creating things is one of our most common features. I’m no different. In fact, I’m an engineer and it suits me just fine so no wonder that working with wood, making something useful out of it gives me even greater pleasure.
Literally nothing can beat the excitement that I feel when I’m on those few square feet around my workbench discovering materials, techniques and solving problems. Ooh, I just love solving problems; it’s always been so. And here is a world of challenges. Woodworking means a constant learning activity to me. Although I’m at the very beginning of this process, I clearly see the opportunity for gaining skills for a lifetime. As a matter of fact I can see myself settled down in the mountains working with wood all day long.
Actually woodworking is not the unique source of this great pleasure that I’m trying to describe. Touching or even seeing a nice piece of lumber even with a rough sawn surface can easily give me such a thrill. Let me give you an example.
It happened a few weeks ago when I popped into the local home store for some screw or something and I saw this beauuutiful black locust board waiting for being sold as a piece of fence. No way! I just couldn’t let it happen. But I didn’t want to buy it – I had no need for that. I had 25 bf steamed beech at home – I was dissuading myself from it. But I repeatedly went to this piece of wood and eventually I’ve bought it.
On the subway I leaned it against a seat and I was continuously looking at it, watching the exquisite texture of its surface and its golden color. And I found myself caressing it! Probably because I just wanted to feel this texture but anyways!
I’d already been at home for a few minute and I was looking for a place to store it and my girlfriend asked me something. I went to that room and I sat on the bed and we were discussing something and I found this black locust baby in my lap and I was definitely caressing it. No excuse – I wasn’t discovering its texture, just caressing it…

-- What are those few hours of mine compared to those decades Mother Nature has put in it!

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#1 posted 01-20-2012 03:59 PM

This is going to sound wierd , but there is nothing like opening my garage door and seeing saw dust and wood shavings all over the floor. Then to sweep it all up in a heaping pile makes me feel great. Somewhere in that pile of shavings lives my stress, my imagination and the pride of something made by my own two hands.

-- "Putty and paint make the carpenter I ain't"

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#2 posted 01-20-2012 07:15 PM

LOL, went to the local recycling place where we drop off the spring and fall droppings and prunings. The big boys drop off whole trees removed from some site.

Looking around at what I feel is a waste of mother natures bounty at the whim of someone who doesn’t want it cluttering their yard I stumbled upon a huge stump of walnut, which I couldn’t budge, minimum 2 feet across and 3 ft high!

Didn’t know how I would get it up on the back of my PU truck. Saw two guys with a huge trailer dumping a mass of yard waste, and asked if the driver would consider helping me get the stump home? I’d pay him.

Helped them unload and then we walked over to my stump. Said he’d drop it off in awhile. We got it aboad, ‘( the three of us) and I waent home to wait impatently. Where to put it?

He dropped it off , no charge! and we talked about his nifty trailer which he had rebuilt.

Later I removed the bark where it sat, and in so doing found an ants nest! The stump gave evidence that it was where the tree split into two large branches when it was young. Took awhile but finally found those wedges I bought “years ago”. Then my maul? Where did I leave that? Split it along the growth line and cleaned out the ants. grabbed some chains and dragged the two pieces with my truck to a less obvious place and out of the way.

Maybe I won’t be able to get to it as I am noticing large splits and checks in the outer cambium, i put the two pieces in my back yard covered and out of the sun.

We’ll see whats next in my fantasy piece? Looking for my dad’s old draw knive, may have to buy a new one.

-- Cau Haus Designs, Thomas J. Tieffenbacher

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#3 posted 01-20-2012 07:15 PM

Trees are life!

-- Cau Haus Designs, Thomas J. Tieffenbacher

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#4 posted 01-21-2012 02:13 AM

I have been accused of having a wood problem. But I use it for something and look for more. I like to tell people that using beautiful wood covers up my lack of skill or patience when I make something. I once saw a beautiful piece of wood that was framed and hung on the wall. That might say it all for us.

-- Robert, so much inspiration here, and now time to work!!!

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