way back, forever ago really, i went back to hanford to visit, and help my dad tear down my grandfather's workshop. i spent a lot of childhood in that place, and i have many fond memories of grandpa teaching me how to use the bandsaw and various other things that were probably far too dangerous for me to be working with at that age.
the workshop itself was all homemade, and it sort of grew, tumor-like from the back end of what was my grandparents garage-turned-store. the house was homemade too, if what i remember is accurate, both my grandfather's and my great-uncle Quint's next door. They built them when they owned a large swathe of property they used as a chicken farm.
we even got grandpa from the rest home to come out and supervise. the best quote of the day was my dad asking his dad if he felt like he had saved enough half-empty cans of oil. its kind of a "you had to be there" joke, but there were cabinets full of half used oil, you could never let it go to waste, and you could never throw it out.
Grandpa was not a heavy drinker, that tequila box is full of, you guessed it, oil
I love going back to hanford. it is such a quiet, restful place for me. The four-hour drive up is wonderfully relaxing, and things move a bit slower, but it is full of people and things i love and places i remember fondly. while it was sad to help destroy such an important piece of my youth, it was good to be there, in the space, using power tools like old times.
if you want to see the results of our work, there are some later shots on my parents blog-at left of the screen. additionally we will be taking down the remaining storage area that was added on the garage in the middle of june, so look for that update.
the workshop itself was all homemade, and it sort of grew, tumor-like from the back end of what was my grandparents garage-turned-store. the house was homemade too, if what i remember is accurate, both my grandfather's and my great-uncle Quint's next door. They built them when they owned a large swathe of property they used as a chicken farm.
we even got grandpa from the rest home to come out and supervise. the best quote of the day was my dad asking his dad if he felt like he had saved enough half-empty cans of oil. its kind of a "you had to be there" joke, but there were cabinets full of half used oil, you could never let it go to waste, and you could never throw it out.
Grandpa was not a heavy drinker, that tequila box is full of, you guessed it, oilI love going back to hanford. it is such a quiet, restful place for me. The four-hour drive up is wonderfully relaxing, and things move a bit slower, but it is full of people and things i love and places i remember fondly. while it was sad to help destroy such an important piece of my youth, it was good to be there, in the space, using power tools like old times.
if you want to see the results of our work, there are some later shots on my parents blog-at left of the screen. additionally we will be taking down the remaining storage area that was added on the garage in the middle of june, so look for that update.
5 comments:
Nice Blog. I had forgotten some of your memories. Thanks for the trip down memory lane!
You did not mention your boots!
See you in June!
Love ya!
Mom
Just to be clear, they didn't actually build the houses themselves. If they had there would be a lot more used lumber and bailing wire attatched to the finished product. D
huh, i always thought they did. i am now somewhat less impressed. i assumed they used the excess to build the fences. sketchy old things that they were. (the fences, not the bruces)i figured that all that oil was somehow integral to building the house.
aww, what a cute g-pa and dad you have!
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