My
maternal grandfather died when I was six, so I can't actually remember
anything about him. But lately I've realized that I probably get
my obsessive list-making from Grandpa Eckberg.
I also inherited this
little red bookcase from him. The story goes that Grandpa made
this bookcase out of orange crates while he and his family were
stationed in California during World War II. Were the wooden
orange crates disposable, a slightly more sturdy version of the half
bushel cardboard boxes of oranges you can buy today? Was Grandpa
reusing the wood because he couldn't bear to throw the boxes away, or
was it just an example of Yankee frugality? Either way, I figured
that Grandpa wouldn't mind me adding a couple of extra shelves and a
back to his bookcase to make it easier to fill up with containers of
screws.
The
pile of miscellaneous stuff awaiting organization in the middle of our
office doesn't seem to be getting any smaller, but the space is already
easier to use. This photo of Mark working on our homemade chicken
waterers doesn't
look like much, but you have to realize that just a year and a half ago
Mark was making waterers under a tent in the backyard. When you
start with nothing, every little improvement is exciting.
i am sure grandpa would have been very proud
good job roseanell