Bit Templates for bridles - One is called the 'Santa Barbara'.
Grandpa sat on a stool in a dusty workshop
with one lonely lamp. It had a sorry light. I
would pull my smaller stool as close as
possible to watch him work. He didn't laugh
when I played with the dust sparkles, lazily
floating on the current of the open door. He
engraved silver bits, buttons, and buckles
for belts. The scent of oil-rubbed leather
mingles in my mind with his graceful
hands braiding reins in the round with
six strands. I still see the whip in the jaws of
the stitching horse to keep it firm and taut. The
knots he created with leather were choreographed
pieces of art. Heavy waxed thread through a
leather needle followed the hole punched with
the awl. Sometimes, when a tool dropped, I found
it for him. Tooled leather designs came from
his tap and die set. Intent as any tattoo artist, the
impressions marked the leather, silver, and me -
forever.
There is a lovely fold in the timeline of my life -
a pocket shaped sort of fold. It holds Glenwood time,
which is entirely different than regular time.
Bulging heavy with memories, I reach in and
grab a handful.
10 comments:
Thanks for your words and pictures. Felt like I was sitting there with you. And Yay! Your comments are back!
Is this the grandpa that you wrote the tomato story about?
i like buttons, i even like the word.
good memories make a good story.
Very lovely and rich memories. Thanks for sharing and it's really nice to have the comments back.
Thanks girls! :)
Different grandpa. The tomato guy was cranky!
Love this. My husband inherited his grandma's leather-working kit. He and my son made a belt together. What a blessing to hold the templates and memories in your hands.
~ Good to be able to leave a note. Missed ya!
Blessings.
beautiful. :)
" Sometimes, when a tool dropped, I found
it for him."
Such a sweet, simple picture of companionship.
Beautifully written and presented, Kathleen. Those are wonderful keepsakes. To be able to work with the hands and turn out such art. . . .
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