My Dad died earlier this year. Like many of America's Greatest Generation, he served during WW II. My Dad was a paratrooper and is probably one of the few people in the world who took off in an airplane many times but never landed in one.
From what I heard from some of his friends my Dad was pretty wild as a young man. The guy I knew, however, was quiet and hard working and dedicated to his family. He hated crowds and large groups because "It's too much talking.". He was a die hard Yankees fan, and loved to hunt and fish. He taught me and my brother those skills. Some of my fondest memories of my Dad are from the times we spent hunting or fishing together. Deer hunting, in particular, taught me a lot about preparation, focus, attention to details, perseverance, and a fair amount of suffering if you want to be successful.
At calling hours at the funeral home there was a steady stream of people who came to pay their respects. It was the first time I met some of those people and only then did I realize how many people my Dad knew, the lives he had touched in one way or another, and how many people loved him. It was a moving experience.
My Dad was buried with military honors. When the serviceman played taps it sounded like the finest version I'd ever heard. Only later did I find out that it's actually a played recording. Who knew?
OK, to the point now. My Mom was given the flag that draped my Dad's coffin, and one of my cousins picked up a few of the shell casings from the 21 gun salute. With Christmas coming I decided I needed to build the flag case I promised my mother. During the Summer I had thought about what wood to use, and finally realized this was the perfect project to use a cherry board that had been sitting in my parents' attic for at least 50 years. My Dad had offered it to me many times, but I could just never think of a project worth using it for. I was about 18 or 20" wide, bark to bark, and maybe 7' long. One end had a lot of checks in, but there was about 5' or so of good, clear wood, just a little more than I needed to build the case I eventually designed and just finished building.
It's built so that it can be hung on a wall or placed on a cabinet either horizontally or vertically, as the photos show. My Mom can decide what to display in the right/bottom of the case, but I'm sure his dog tags, airborne patches, a picture of him in his jump suit, and a couple of those shell casings will be among the items.
My Dad was 89, and I miss him.
John
From what I heard from some of his friends my Dad was pretty wild as a young man. The guy I knew, however, was quiet and hard working and dedicated to his family. He hated crowds and large groups because "It's too much talking.". He was a die hard Yankees fan, and loved to hunt and fish. He taught me and my brother those skills. Some of my fondest memories of my Dad are from the times we spent hunting or fishing together. Deer hunting, in particular, taught me a lot about preparation, focus, attention to details, perseverance, and a fair amount of suffering if you want to be successful.
At calling hours at the funeral home there was a steady stream of people who came to pay their respects. It was the first time I met some of those people and only then did I realize how many people my Dad knew, the lives he had touched in one way or another, and how many people loved him. It was a moving experience.
My Dad was buried with military honors. When the serviceman played taps it sounded like the finest version I'd ever heard. Only later did I find out that it's actually a played recording. Who knew?
OK, to the point now. My Mom was given the flag that draped my Dad's coffin, and one of my cousins picked up a few of the shell casings from the 21 gun salute. With Christmas coming I decided I needed to build the flag case I promised my mother. During the Summer I had thought about what wood to use, and finally realized this was the perfect project to use a cherry board that had been sitting in my parents' attic for at least 50 years. My Dad had offered it to me many times, but I could just never think of a project worth using it for. I was about 18 or 20" wide, bark to bark, and maybe 7' long. One end had a lot of checks in, but there was about 5' or so of good, clear wood, just a little more than I needed to build the case I eventually designed and just finished building.
It's built so that it can be hung on a wall or placed on a cabinet either horizontally or vertically, as the photos show. My Mom can decide what to display in the right/bottom of the case, but I'm sure his dog tags, airborne patches, a picture of him in his jump suit, and a couple of those shell casings will be among the items.
My Dad was 89, and I miss him.
John