My Dad was a talented home handyman. When I was a teenager he made me a gigantic desk which I still used until a few years ago when it was damaged by some basement flooding. I have in my “office” a fifties style bookcase (probably from a Popular Mechanics plan) that’s crammed with genealogy and history books. Someone else in the family has the matching desk.
But the item I remember most is the wooden giraffe he made me for the Christmas I was 4 years old. I remember that for several weeks before Christmas, I was told NOT to venture into the basement of our house at 411 Marjorie. Being a perfect, obedient child I did as I was told!
On Christmas Day, beside the tree (it was too big to go beneath) was a wooden giraffe that you could sit on, with a chalkboard in front. It was blue with orange spots. I was delighted, the way only a 4 year old can be.
I don’t have a picture of it, but I found this picture which is very similar. Perhaps adding the chalkboard was Dad’s own idea.
When I outgrew the giraffe it was passed over to some cousins.
Merry Christmas to all relatives, friends and readers who take the time to read my musings.