As I spend so much of my creative energy these days on construction I am often thinking about my family; specifically my father and grandfather. Both brought their skills and creativity to bear when they built the house I grew up in.
Every block in the foundation or piece of siding knew their touch.
In the heat of the day, struggling with the effects of anemia, I still push on to finish whatever phase of the project we are working on. I keep the vision of my grandfather and father with their masonry and carpentry skills before me as I push back the wish for some strong virile young back to come finish my work.
The creativity is a collaborative effort with both my husband and I working to bring to reality a comfortable house where we will hope to raise kids, entertain and shelter friends and live the many decades we have ahead of us.
I also think of my mother as I work. She too was an integral part of the house they built. She helped to design the floor plan, selected materials for construction, and planned the landscaping, all while taking care of 4 kids.
I do not know what my forefathers would think of my results but I feel sure they would appreciate my process and effort.
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