It’s in my blood…

I’ve had a lot of friends and co-workers ask me how I got so crafty and how I learned to do everything that I do.  My answer has always been that I was born into a crafty family.  I was reminded again today of how true that actually is.

I was blessed to have grown up very close to my grandparents.  Gramma made me dolls and clothes and costumes when I was younger.  She was an excellent seamstress and along with sewing, she also embroidered, painted, sketched, did ceramics, tin craft, cake decorating and probably a bunch of other things I’m probably forgetting.  Grampa did ceramics, tin crafting, welding, wood work, and stained glass.

Gramma's sketch of my sister when she was little.

Gramma’s sketch of my sister when she was little.

Unfortunately, Grampa passed away a couple months ago and my Grandma is living in a senior community.  We held an estate sale today and I was tasked with the craft room.  People coming through were amazed at how much there was and the breadth of crafts that were covered.

Tin craft books found in the craft room.  Vintage stuff.

Tin craft books found in the craft room. Vintage stuff.

Grampa had a lot of tools for a lot of different things.  He had a whole workshop that was dedicated to tools – everything from auto body work, to framing, to plumbing and a ton of other stuff in between.  A customer at the sale asked what it was that Grampa did that he would need so many different tools.  He never used 90% of those tools for his actual profession, which was a machinist for Southern Pacific Railroad.  Or the job he took of maintenance man for the church and school after he had retired from S.P.  Family just smiled.

When he dented his car, he didn’t take it to a body shop.  He took a class and bought the tools to fix it.  The same thing happened when the TV went out.  And when the air conditioning went out.  And when he saw something he liked, it was never, “I’m going to buy that.”  It was always, “I’m going to learn how to make that.”

Tissue paper flowers, bread dough flowers and magic with egg cartons.  My grandparents did it all.

Tissue paper flowers, bread dough flowers and magic with egg cartons. My grandparents did it all.

He was amazing. I wish that I were more like him in so many ways.  But I’m glad for what I did get of him, which was curiosity for learning new things and the patience to actually do it.

Louis J. QuackenbushFebruary 18, 1918 - November 5, 2012

Louis J. Quackenbush
February 18, 1918 – November 5, 2012

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