Last year my grandfather lost his battle with cancer. He fought it for all he was worth, but for anyone who knew him that should not come as a shock. He was, as some people may call it, stubborn, but I saw him as determined. He wasn’t my biological grandfather, my mom’s dad passed away when she was a little girl and my grandmother re-married later in life. But he loved my sister and me like we were his own kids.
He was a carpenter by trade, an exceptional carpenter. He made my daughter a cradle for her dolls one Christmas that is amazing. He made picture frames, shelves for all kinds of things. I remember one time he and I made these little men that saw logs when the wind blows. I was a kid, but he worked out the mechanism for making them move and he cut out the pieces. Then he gave them to me to paint the farmers. I painted the face, beard, hat, overalls, and a spotted bandana hanging from their back pocket. We made dozens of those. I remember we made one for my great-grandparents and they had it on their porch until they had to move.
My grandfather always tried to get me to be an architect because I could draw. He had these drafting tools and a small drafting table that I thought was the greatest. Over the years as I got older, he gave me that table and I used it as a desk. But the top had become worn, the wood was coming apart and you couldn’t do drafting on it, it had become rough and had bad places. And besides, everyone uses CAD now. I’ve always had this desire to make that into a computer desk, not that it would make a particularly great computer desk, but it does mean a lot to me.
This weekend I found myself visiting an IKEA store, and ended up looking at some of their desks thinking maybe it was time for a new one. But I found out that they have tops you can buy separately to make your own desk. So I picked one out, brought it home, and converted my old drafting table into a nice computer desk.
I did keep the old top by the way, someday I will find a good use for it. I think my grandfather would be pleased. Happy that not only am I making good use of something he gave me, but that I thought outside of the box and created what I wanted. Now when I sit at that desk I am reminded of a man who helped shape me and support me in just about everything I did growing up. And I still strive to put the demanding quality he taught me into everything I do.
I believe that is a legacy he can be proud of.
