He was a builder and a maker, too. He and my father built our camp: They peeled logs for the barn, engineered a dam for the pond, repaired tractors, built roads, fashioned an outhouse from treasures my Uncle collected at the dump.
We were looking at slides my cousin's daughter had collected and came across a photo of my Uncle sewing white draperies. I looked behind me. Running the length of his living room were exquisite pinch pleated draperies, floor to ceiling. I gasped. I never knew.
And then my mother said, "Oh yeah, when Lou was pregnant he sewed her maternity clothes."
And there it is. Discovery and the joy of making. Sewing, heart valve, new outhouse. All worthwhile. So worthwhile.
|My Uncle and my Dad, one log of many for a barn,|
and a snowy scene to cool you on a hot day