West Seventh Freelance

My dad was a wonderful wood worker and all of us kids have several of his pieces. One of mine was a four poster bed that he built from cherry wood when I was about 12 years old. Over the years the bed moved from my childhood home in Upstate NY to RI, then MI and finally to Minnesota where it no longer fit very well in any of the bedrooms. One of our young nieces, Megan, took it over at that point- until a four poster wasn’t “cool” anymore. It came back to our house where the various parts of it took up residence in the basement. Recently Megan’s dad, a talented wood worker like my father, took the bed spindles and thick side and end pieces that made up the frame. (He creates beautiful bowls and other artistic pieces.) On Thanksgiving day  he presented my partner and I with the beautiful stoppers seen below made from parts of the spindles. It was very emotional; I  could picture my dad in his wood shop- the Sears Craftsman tools humming and the Metropolitan Opera on the radio at top volume.