Tuesday, December 14, 2021

Grandpa’s Woodshop: 52 Ancestors 2021 Prompt “Homemade”

Folding Bookshelf Grandpa Built

Ivan Macbeth: 1904-1972

 

I have fond memories of puttering around in what my grandparents called “the shop”, my Grandfather’s woodworking shop. When I was really young, the shop was a chicken coop—a long, low building with windows on the side that faced the house. Sometime in the mid-1960s, Grandma gave up her chickens and Grandpa converted the building into a storage and work area for himself—a man-cave outside the house.

Ivan Macbeth in his early teens

Ivan Macbeth was my maternal grandfather, and lived on his parents’ farm outside Eagle Lake, Minnesota. I liked to go to the shop with him because he’d let me hammer nails into scraps of wood. He never criticized me or laughed at my efforts—he was always kind and encouraging. I don’t know if I ever managed to put together anything useful, but I had fun.

I’m not sure how many things Grandpa built over the years. I only really noticed two. First, he made a custom frame for a huge paint-by-number painting my mother did of the Last Supper. She worked on it while she was pregnant with me, so it had a lot of sentimental value for her. Grandpa’s frame was about three inches wide with a lot of detail.

Detail on bookshelf

The second of Grandpa’s wood pieces was a four-shelf bookshelf. My mom inherited it after Grandpa had died and Grandma Nora moved in with my uncle and aunt. The interesting thing about the shelf design was that it could be folded up when it needed to be moved—the legs and shelves would fold down to make the piece only a few inches thick.


My mom had the shelves in her bedroom in her assisted living apartment. When she had to move into a nursing home, there was no room for the shelves anymore, and they ended up in a storage unit, where I took theses photos. I didn’t really have a place for the shelves in my house; nor did my brother. They were probably donated. However, at least I have the photos of the shelves and the memories of my Grandpa happily absorbed with the tools in his woodshop.

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