I just received my results from Ancestry DNA. The results confirmed the research I’ve completed over the last 20 years that I am officially a displaced European “Mutt”!
For nearly two centuries, my genes were created by a indiscriminate breeding of the cast-off population of Scandinavia and Germany. That my ancestors ended up in the Midwest portion of America by choice or a lack of direction is still under review. What is known is that all arrived seeking a better life for themselves or their family, not unlike the current crop of immigrant settling around us now.
My family history includes stories of young men and woman escaping war and famine. Some came for opportunities not available in their crowded homeland. Some were following their dreams, while others arrived because they drew the short straw! Whatever happened that made them take to the sea in the mid-eighteen hundreds, they all ended up as farmers and shopkeepers on the dusty plains of Dakota.
Together they survived because of a rugged independence imbued on them by the conditions they chose to settle in. They were a stubborn, some would say obstinate, people who made the best of their situation. (Who else would think that rotted cabbage and dried up whitefish (Sauerkraut and Lutefisk) could be cherished as the makings of a holiday treat?)
The fact that I still live happily in the rural midwest could be considered a testiment or a curse of the genes that shaped my being.
April 4th and the temperature did not get over freezing. Just another spring day in Minnesota.
For the love of heaven, can’t we please get some sunshine!
The table was sitting in a pile off in a corner. It was part of multi-family estate auction. It had been dragged out of an unheated North Dakota barn that it had been stored in for years and had been brought to this salesbarn for auction to the highest bidder. Unfortunately exposure to the elements wreck havoc on furniture. Glue joints fail, veneer peels, metal rusts, and the old finish flakes off.
My new project
When the table came up for sale no one bid on it. The auctioneer went to move it and the top came apart in his hands and one of the legs fell off- people started to laugh and walk away. Because it was solid oak, I felt at least I could use it for parts so I made a bid of two dollars. The auctioneer sighed in relief at the bid and yelled sold!
I brought the table home to my shop and began the inspection. The good news was all the parts were there. The bad news was every glue joint has failed and someone had tried to do a repair on the legs with 16 penny spikes and bailing wire. I definitely had brought home a project.
Here are some of the steps needed to rebuild the table.
Reglued top with holes and cracks puttied
Lower shelf repaired and waiting for final sanding
Legs repaired and awaiting stripping
Legs after boiling overnight in a diluted acid solution.
Top sanded ready for finish.
After approximately 30 hours of clamping, glueing, sanding, staining and hand rubbing with Tung Oil here is the finished project.
splitting a cookie
with my sibling, means no chance
it will be equal
Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 193 Chance / Equal
repeated from now to then
-born in prairie sigh
captured dream of summer fun
rolling grassland setting sun
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge 3/6/2018 Renew & Fresh – Synonyms Only
Per Colleen’s challenge, I chose repeated and born as my synonyms for renew and fresh
(Tanka Form 5-7-5 7-7)
Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 74: renew & fresh (#SynonymsOnly)
first we pass gun laws
zen we take the machine guns
Sure I know “zen” technically doesn’t fit, but I have a poetic license to use it.
Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 189 Zen / Noise