rab3This post originally appeared on April 6, 2012:

The other day I wrote about my mother’s little career of making bunny dolls.  Well, it is a lesser known fact that my dad also got into the bunny making business, albeit for a very short time.

When my mother decided all she wanted to do was retire (early) to an old farm house in New Hampshire and make her crafts, my dad went along too.  He decided he had done everything he set out to do in his career, the youngest of his four children (yours truly) was off to college, and it sounded like a good idea to hang out in the country with the love of his life, my mom.

Well, that was the plan.  As it worked out, my mom got a bit of a head start while my dad wound things down.  By the time he joined her full time, she was well into the production of her beloved dolls and outfits.  As so often happens to newly retired couples, my dad drove my mother crazy by just being around all the time.  So she encouraged him to take up a craft of his own.  He decided on woodworking.  He invested in all sorts of table saws and related equipment and started making all sorts of things, mostly decorative items fit for the then trendy “country” décor.

He made a great Santa Claus door stop, actually a bunch of them, that he gave as gifts and they were well received and now a treasured find every year.  He made some wooden toys and other things for kids. But he made quite a few wooden bunny things to compliment what my mother was doing.

Alas, after a very intense period of this wood work he decided he just wasn’t into it and turned his attention and time to managing my mother’s growing enterprise and ultimately taking a part time job to keep himself busy and sane.

However, many of the things he made survive.  And just in time for Easter, I found a couple of sets of bunny couples which my dad made which were still hanging around the old house.  If you knew my dad you would not think of him as the creative or crafty type, that is my mom.  But looking at his work now I have a new appreciation for his skills as he designed the stencils for these things as well as doing the saw and filing work and the fishing paint job.

I can say that these things are not really my taste, but I get a great deal of joy looking at them and picturing my dad making them.  I have these displayed in the house now for Easter.  Next week I am going to put them away until next Easter, when I will pull them out and appreciate them all over again.



Pictured throughout this post are a few of my dad’s wood works that are still hanging around.