Even though my title is somewhat silly, this post is really quite a tender one for me.
I am sure that most of you have lot’s of stories that you could tell about your daddies. Even if he is gone from this world those memories remain.
For me, the story is a little different. You see, my father passed away when I was only 9 months old. Now, don’t feel sorry for me. My mother remarried when I was 7 and I had a wonderful step father who was just like a real father to me!
But the only stories I know of my father are the ones that my mother has told me. Ones that I cherish and have saved amongst the pages of my heirloom scrapbook.
Like the one about how he came to Utah from Ohio with the C, C, C’s. He thought he was going to CA and was greatly disappointed. That was until he met my mother at a local dance.
She also told me how handsome he was. And how he was kind, gentle, and such a hard worker. This photo was taken on their wedding day.
I really wish that I had asked more questions about my father. I would have liked to have gotten to know him better. Certainly not soon, but I look forward to the day that I will meet him in heaven.
I love this picture of him as a young man on a bike with his brother. He is the one in the back.
And this one of him and mom with my older brothers and sisters. This was taken before us last three girls were born. We were 9 mnths. 1 1/2, and 3 when daddy passed.
We always teased our brother, Tommy and said that the pocket on mom’s dress looked like he had big shiny earrings on.
Imagine how elated I was when my oldest sister called last summer and said, “Do you want daddy’s old desk? I really have nowhere to put it.”
Of course I said, ‘YES”. I had no where to use it right now, but was saving it for the basement. I brought it upstairs last week and started working on it.
The stain was a little dark for my taste, but I just wasn’t sure if I wanted to change the looks of what it was when it was daddys.
Hard decision, but after some thought I decided to go this way. I painted the main part of the desk and chair with a mixture of A.S. Old White and some of my own homemade chalk paint. I decided to leave the drawers in the original stain color. Notice one drawer is a different color of stain? I’ll tell you more about that in a minute.
I loved the details on the desk that showed up so perfectly chippy after a bit of sanding.
I knew that the chair need some distressing too.
Now for that mismatched drawer. We don’t know why, but for some reason a new drawer was made. The wood nor the stain was the same. Now, did you notice the different colored knob? That was my SIL’s idea. She came by when I was working on it. I told her about the mismatched drawer and she mentioned that she thought it would be fun to draw attention to it.
BRILLIANT! I love my mismatched drawers!! Because it is going in the craft room I chose a mustard knob. I thought of changing the wooden knobs to fun glass ones, but decided to leave it as it was when it was daddy’s.
I love this old vintage type writer that I bought from a friends yard sale years ago for $20. I thought it looked right at home on my daddy’s desk.
Not sure if daddy ever typed a lick in his life, but if I imagine hard enough I can almost see him sitting there typing.
If you can see a strong handsome man sitting there. Yup, that’s my daddy!
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