You can barely see him on the other side of the glass, shoulders hunched over the bench, tools close at hand
Each movement carefully planned as he selects a tool, and with hammer starts the pattern
The children look on, wanting to help but knowing with this project it is time to be quiet and learn
The carving complete, he grabs the stains and dyes to add color to the design
He selects the first stamps and adds the letters to the skirt
The saddle is done , it now only needs delivered to the big house on the hill
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6 thoughts on “The order”
Memories and tears.
I have a real thing about craft skills and the mental world they create
Some craftspeople are so brilliantly skillful in their work that you literally hold your breath while watching them. You capture just these moments in your story. Btw, what a great memory to have your grandfather!
Lovely glimpse at a lost craft.
Nicely told. These crafts are slowly becoming a thing of the past.
When young ones can watch the elders with awe and reverence it’s a good thing. Some among the watchers may decide to follow grandfather’s footsteps in the trade. Cool that this story was based on your own experience.
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