05/02/2024
I still remember the day my Dad picked up this piece of drift wood. I can’t remember the exact spot. I just remember it was cool out and there was a dog with us. Anyhow, I was 11-12 yrs old on a walk with my dad, up in 3-rivers near a river. He saw the piece of drift wood and said he was going to make me something with it. A day or two later he gave me the piece, with my name and some branches carved in it. My name and the leaves were colored in green.
Over the years the color of wood and paint faded. 39 years later I decided, (this morning) I’d give it a little restoration. I painted it with the same colors it originally had and put a light coat of Bees wax over it help it go another 40 yrs. It’s one of my most prized possessions.