Step one. Bought the van.
Hello Everybody, First post. I camp a lot in tents but after spending three days straight in a tent in the rain at Dolly Sods I swore I'd make a change. Here it is. Bought it Wednesday. Dro...
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Hi All,
I did a little project today that wasn't van related but I hope you'll forgive me if I share it with you.
First a little backstory.
In 1984 my Dad retired from his job as a Tool and Die Maker For International Harvester. He then parked himself into his easy chair where he's been ever since. He wasn't much for hobbies.
Here's Dad in his chair. He never strayed far from it.
Well Dad passed quietly away Wednesday night. You can't take it with you because if he could have he certainly have taken that chair with him.
So for today's project I took the end table from next to the easy chair, it had also been there as long as the chair, and some fabric from the chair.
I cut up the end table and used the wood to make a box then covered it with the fabric from the chair.
I will use this as the urn for Dad's ashes. Since he spent the last 26 years in his chair I thought he'd like to spend eternity with it. It's where he was always the most comfortable.
I'd have liked to spend more time on it but the funeral is tomorrow. I figure it's not too bad for one days work.
I've also been going through the family photos to find ones of Dad for the funeral.
Here's my favorite. It's 1932 and deep in The Depression. Dad is in the middle and he's nine. His brother George is on the left with his sister Mary on the right.
Their Dad had lost his business in the crash and they were just getting by but you wouldn't know it to look at their faces. I guess it just shows you can be both dirt poor and happy. As the saying goes, "Count your blessings."
I did a little project today that wasn't van related but I hope you'll forgive me if I share it with you.
First a little backstory.
In 1984 my Dad retired from his job as a Tool and Die Maker For International Harvester. He then parked himself into his easy chair where he's been ever since. He wasn't much for hobbies.
Here's Dad in his chair. He never strayed far from it.
Well Dad passed quietly away Wednesday night. You can't take it with you because if he could have he certainly have taken that chair with him.
So for today's project I took the end table from next to the easy chair, it had also been there as long as the chair, and some fabric from the chair.
I cut up the end table and used the wood to make a box then covered it with the fabric from the chair.
I will use this as the urn for Dad's ashes. Since he spent the last 26 years in his chair I thought he'd like to spend eternity with it. It's where he was always the most comfortable.
I'd have liked to spend more time on it but the funeral is tomorrow. I figure it's not too bad for one days work.
I've also been going through the family photos to find ones of Dad for the funeral.
Here's my favorite. It's 1932 and deep in The Depression. Dad is in the middle and he's nine. His brother George is on the left with his sister Mary on the right.
Their Dad had lost his business in the crash and they were just getting by but you wouldn't know it to look at their faces. I guess it just shows you can be both dirt poor and happy. As the saying goes, "Count your blessings."
