07-23-2016, 12:58 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-23-2016, 01:11 AM by Paul K. Murphy.)
My Townsend Goddard blockfront has been in blanket storage in my shop for a long time. Yesterday, at last, I took it out. I'm moving it. It's in the way of my shop remodel, and it can't stay like that anymore.
I haven't figured out how to post photos with the new software, so this might just be a link, and with luck it might work.
A photo of a man posing with a project he made as a boy.
This was my High School Woodshop project. I constructed the desk between December 1980 and July 1981. I was seventeen years old. As I wrapped up most of the construction of the desk, I decided to build the upper bookcase. I decided to make the complete secretary.
I completed the entire project years later at age twenty one.
People marvel at the shells, but the bonnet is, without doubt, the hardest part of the project. I agonized for months over the construction of the bonnet. I will never forget how difficult that part was. I didn't have anybody to ask either. I didn't have any way of learning from some old salt or anyone else to guide me. I had to figure it out myself. I got good at mapping out mental pictures while taking walks. I could plan procedures in sequence, try them out to determine feasibility, and accept or reject them, based on visualizing them. I was just a kid. I don't think I'd have liked to be called that, but I was.
I haven't figured out how to post photos with the new software, so this might just be a link, and with luck it might work.
A photo of a man posing with a project he made as a boy.
This was my High School Woodshop project. I constructed the desk between December 1980 and July 1981. I was seventeen years old. As I wrapped up most of the construction of the desk, I decided to build the upper bookcase. I decided to make the complete secretary.
I completed the entire project years later at age twenty one.
People marvel at the shells, but the bonnet is, without doubt, the hardest part of the project. I agonized for months over the construction of the bonnet. I will never forget how difficult that part was. I didn't have anybody to ask either. I didn't have any way of learning from some old salt or anyone else to guide me. I had to figure it out myself. I got good at mapping out mental pictures while taking walks. I could plan procedures in sequence, try them out to determine feasibility, and accept or reject them, based on visualizing them. I was just a kid. I don't think I'd have liked to be called that, but I was.