Going Back a While

Let me go back to the times before the last post.  This will be about some incidents before Oupa, my Dad, died. Paul was still very little, but was outgrowing his cot, so I decided to buy some 3 by 4 inch planks to make another one myself. I very carefully measured the two side pieces, the top and bottom pieces, and four short legs. I bought 3 inch canvas webbing to weave across the top to make a firm base for his little mattress. I was having the time of my life putting it all together when my Dad walked in and saw what I was doing. He could see what I was trying to do and laughed. "Lois, it looks like a dog cocking his leg! Here, let me take it to my garage and finish it for you." Oupa was master craftsman when to came to any woodwork job, and I gladly handed it to him to finish for me. Paul used that bed for a couple of years, by which time Steve was on the scene and he also used it when Paul got a "big" single bed because now he was a "big boy."