Tuesday, June 29, 2010


My father loved to carve wood into intricate doodles and little creatures impersonating bigger creatures. They were always beautiful and sometimes a bit inappropriate. I'll never forget the time the governor walked by one of his larger pieces and commented on its beauty. I'd never seen my father smile so big. I will miss him.

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1 comment:

  1. Very sweet with a tinge of regret I think.