In the last forty or so years, our Renaissance patriarch carved dozens upon dozens of feathered fellows. Last summer when we moved my husband's mother to an apartment, we divvied up the birds. Each of my husband's sisters and my husband got several boxes full.
So, this Christmas I filled our children's and grandchildren's stockings with birds. Now each child will have several of their great grandfather's creations. The birds sing songs from his heart. Their quirky personalities remind me of his quick whit.
However, if he had a particularly fine piece of wood like walnut or cherry, he would leave the wood polished.
The first dated bird we have is 1973, the last 2013. What treasures. I wish he could know how we all appreciate his handiwork, but mostly I trust he knows how much we value his faithfulness to his wife, his children, and his Lord.
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