Well, this post is about "The Carver". I'm pretty sure you've all been one. Just admit it.
I found this:
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OK, here goes:
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Now, for the "Ghost of Carving Past" -- heh heh. I did a little carving on my parents' wood pillars, in their living room. The pillars are still there and I imagine my carving is still there too. I think I carved my middle name, "Marie". I wonder if my parents knew who it was. . .
I asked my husband about his carving past (b/c I know for sure his mom has told stories about it) and he gave me this innocent look and denied any carving. He said, "My work was not art. I was scientifically testing the different wood layers present in my parents' piano. I made a single, very deep gouge." Then, he went on to tell me all about the different layers.
What a man! He is still that curious kid . .
HAHA We had so many carvings all over our house grown up. This post made me laugh. I don't think I actually carved, but most of my sisters did. I did something a little more fun, with Case. We called it Secret Ankshinx. We would go hide in the closets or bathroom and chip away at the paint/plaster on the walls with butter knives. LOL
ReplyDeleteNope, the pillar carving says "Colette" and it's still visible :)
ReplyDeleteCindy, your story made me laugh right away. First, I can't even pronounce your game/destructive habit and second I just love picturing you scheming up the whole thing. What an awesome memory.
ReplyDeleteJane - I guess my name goes down with the house :-)
Ha Ha. One time Bud carved into the piano bench the name "Keri." He was a smart one.
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