| | Last night I sat and visited with my husband as he labored on the
latest 'honey-do' project - a rotating compost barrel for my gardening
endeavors.
The smell of the acetylene welding torch, the
familiar weld flash lighting the shop with white-hot light, the odor of
hot metal all transported me back to childhood.
I remember
watching with wide-eyed fascination as Grandpa Nick, a blacksmith, and
Dad did these same tasks, with hats turned backwards before it was
'cool.' Once again I reveled in the delightful shower of glowing
sparks--mini-fireworks-- though the smell of hot metal and the grimey
surroundings were hardly festive.
This mental picture of yesteryear triggered a wave of emotion as I
remembered, and missed, these two 'giants' in my life. Tears were
accompanied by thankfulness and respect...my own giant of a man shares
the same ability to fabricate and fix about anything.
God bless strong, capable men!
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