20130929 Making a Story

A short story: A long time ago a man built a cradle out of cherry for his first granddaughter, and he was nice enough to let his son in law help.

And it was beautiful.

And it was used by the first granddaughter, and then the second, then then by their two cousins in turn.

When the grandfather sadly passed away the son in law took wood he found in the man's workshop, and has made many lovely things over the years.

 

But the time came recently to make a frame. A very special frame. The granddaughter now had a college diploma that needed to be proudly displayed.

Out of leftovers from the very same pile of cherry that was used over 20 years ago to make the cradle. I also used some maple.

The end.

No princes.

No frogs.