Sunday, April 23, 2017
Why do we do what we do?
I sometimes wonder where my interests in somethings came from, what keyed my brain to ‘like’ certain things. It is not the same with everyone. I remember my BIL Johnny telling me, “If you play one round of Golf you will be hooked for life!”
Well I already knew that was not true for me, I had played TWICE by that time and definitely was not hooked.
That aside, Paula (paulinescountrytales) is right, cedar holds its scent for a long time and does conjure up memories. While puzzling over Susie’s Cedar chest I noticed two antiques. An end table made of white pine and a walnut night stand. I made them as a teen in 1952. When I took them home from school, I was proud of them.
I gave them a few minutes study. Nah, I won’t refinish them, YET!
BUT those WOODEN objects were seeds. In life, other than my girl and my family, WOOD is my love. I love to feel it, smell it, carve it, burn it and build with it. It is the one God given natural resource that replenishes itself, or can be planted to replenish what is used, it is versatile. In reality we should never run out of wood. In most of the civilized world more trees are planted than are harvested. And in the uncivilized world they replenish themselves.
Sherry accuses me of walking thru the lumber department of Lowes or Home Depot just to smell the wood. She is probably right.
My family once lived close to a cedar chest factory in the late 1940s. My dog was with me most of the time and we would watch thru the big open doors as the men cut, planed and formed the cedar. The smell was wonderful. One of the men told me if Ace slept in cedar he would never have fleas. He pointed to the shavings pile and said take all you want. He gave me a ‘toe-sack’ (is that a good word?). From that time on Ace had cedar in his dog house. Many times when I needed to talk, I got in the dog house with Ace, the smell was pleasing.
Once I started building, cutting, nailing and creating, I had found my true love. I worked all day without a break. I hated to quit and go home. Somethings you get attached to and don't know why. WOOD? I am attached because I LIKE it.