It's the 8th anniversary of my father's death @ age 83. Here is some of his handiwork that graces our house. He would collect stained glass that was being removed from churches, etc. (if memory serves) and taught himself how do fashion it into charming objects. He made several different kinds of crosses that he frequently gave away as gifts.
Sail away.
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The second day of Christmas
The Young People's Chorus of New York City singing the 12 days of Christmas, and Jingle Bells
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Heading out to mail some stuff, put a check in the bank & pick up the papers before it rains. Freezing (literally) here - "feels li...
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Tobey on the back of the sofa. He usually drags the rug down off the back & makes a nest of it. :|
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Shots taken around the yard and in front of the porch of the garden finery Andy's tended all season.
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