Melinda_dd
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So here's the story. .....
My dad loved his wood work (unbeknown to me) and he desperately wanted a daughter.
After having 2 sons, it took a lot of bullying from my mum an my aunt to convince him to have 1 more child. So one afternoon on a visit to Duxford imperial war museum. ... whilst standing on Concord, he agreed that they would try one last time for his daughter. .... me
Sadly half way through a woodwork course, and 18months after I was born he was killed at work, and never saw me grow.
Well, when I was 23 ish... I started making things with wood, and my passion grew. It was then my mum told me, that this ratty old chopping board that had been around for ever was actually made by my dad. This is when I found out his love for wood must be in my genes!
Mum presented me with this chopping board about 4 years ago and said see if you can do anything with it.
As you can see, it was in a hell of a state. So much so I was scared that I couldn't do anything with it.
Well my confidence (and workshop) has grown, and I've decided to do something with it.
so here is the before......
it was badly split (as had been put in the dishwasher!!) So I snapped it where the cracks where, and started digging the inserts out (picture is missing one of the bits... snapped into 4)
I've discovered the main wood is beech... although pinker than I'm used to... and I have no clue what the yellow wood is.
It's coming along... although to rid the wood of splits is now a bit smaller.
After pictures to follow
My dad loved his wood work (unbeknown to me) and he desperately wanted a daughter.
After having 2 sons, it took a lot of bullying from my mum an my aunt to convince him to have 1 more child. So one afternoon on a visit to Duxford imperial war museum. ... whilst standing on Concord, he agreed that they would try one last time for his daughter. .... me
Sadly half way through a woodwork course, and 18months after I was born he was killed at work, and never saw me grow.
Well, when I was 23 ish... I started making things with wood, and my passion grew. It was then my mum told me, that this ratty old chopping board that had been around for ever was actually made by my dad. This is when I found out his love for wood must be in my genes!
Mum presented me with this chopping board about 4 years ago and said see if you can do anything with it.
As you can see, it was in a hell of a state. So much so I was scared that I couldn't do anything with it.
Well my confidence (and workshop) has grown, and I've decided to do something with it.
so here is the before......
it was badly split (as had been put in the dishwasher!!) So I snapped it where the cracks where, and started digging the inserts out (picture is missing one of the bits... snapped into 4)
I've discovered the main wood is beech... although pinker than I'm used to... and I have no clue what the yellow wood is.
It's coming along... although to rid the wood of splits is now a bit smaller.
After pictures to follow