June 27, 2009
June 26, 2009
June 24, 2009
Forty two years old...
Today is my birthday and I am now forty two... the same age as elvis when he died on the toilet.... Recently I have found myself sunbathing, walking two miles a day, working out and I even got my ear pierced..
Can anyone say mid life crisis?
June 21, 2009
Father's Day
Midnight rolled around and I thought about my Dad. Jeff Todd had placed a status update on 
facebook a while back that spoke of the fun he had simply riding around town with his kids and stopping at Dairy Queen for an ice cream. I commented on his status that instead of material objects, those moments were the ones that his kids would remember when they were older... That thought is what led me here tonight.
Reaching back through the memories of my Dad is always a pleasant and frightening thing to do. The first photo is him about the same age that I am right now... Skip forward many years and here I am
near the same place, the same age he is in his photo..
We spent many hours riding around with him in this town and he always a had a way of making each time like a new adventure... The night we saw Smokey and the Bandit for the first time.. Listening to his absolutely perfect impression of sheriff Buford T. Justice as he talked on his CB radio in the car to someone he found that was calling himself the bandit will never leave me.. "Honey go get me a banana split" was usually followed by a night time ride to the same Dairy Queen Jeff probably took his kids to... Whenever a tornado came through anywhere near here.. rest assured we would drive around in the truck and look for damage...
Through the gentle persuasions of my mother, my father was the kind of person that got things done. At the age I am now, he had five kids, was building a nice home for them all, and never seemed to stop smiling... Now, he had his moments of anger.. or pure ass meanness.. depending on whether or not you were on the receiving end.. Once, when jumping on the trampoline with a friend and my brother, we ripped the canvas along the seam.. He was working in his shop and proceeded to launch a fit of anger and obscenities towards us that would blister raw meat.. Informing us in no uncertain terms that it was either repair the damn thing or die shortly... Fear... fear like we had never known gripped us as we cried that little kid sob and wondered just how in hell we were going to fix this thing... My mother came home and asked us what was wrong and we told her, amid sobs, that we had to fix the trampoline or we were going to die... She assured us that no death would come about from the mishap, so we hid for many hours until it was safe to venture out.. or dinner was ready.. one or the other...
I think the angriest I had ever seen him was the day my brother and I got off the school bus and made our way to the front door. I had a key, we were the first ones home each day and were expected get inside and set about cleaning the place as soon as we walked in.. well... after we ate our weight in red links and cereal, and anything else we could find.. and spent a while honing our minds on such things as Gilligan's island and space giants... Well that particular day he had come home from work early and we failed to notice his car in the driveway... As I was trying to get the key to turn in the lock, my Dad was trying to unlock the door to let us in from the other side... So I was cussing up a storm because the thing wouldn't move and my brother was dancing about the place bitching about having to go to the bathroom. So I let lose with a resounding, "Just shut the F up you GD MF'er..." Just as Dad opened the door...
What followed was a scene straight from what I had imagined Armageddon would be like.. complete with whirling arms, smacking ass, and phrases like, "Where's my gun!?" and "You ain't gonna be able to sit down for a week boy!" If memory serves.. I don't think I did sit down for a week after that one... between the pain and the subsequent exhaustion of the stint of complete slavery that followed I learned the lesson every twelve year old is bound to cross over once in a while.. Save the cussing for the school bus..
There was the summer from hell we spent when he decided that the dirt road out back had gotten too grown up and "By God, it needed to be cleared.." So, it seemed to us, he took all of his vacation for the job... He would start out by fetching us from the bed as soon as the sun rose and cranking up his chain saw.. Our job was to simply walk behind him and pick up the trees and limbs he cut down... Holy shit that was hard work... When he had taken all of his vacation he would get home and rip down through the woods with that damnable saw creating piles of debris that were not to be believed... leaving us with specific instructions as to where and how it all was to be moved.. "It better be done when I get home!" became the call sign for that summer.. You couldn't procrastinate on that little project either.. he would slip in unannounced at all hours during the day and lord help you if you were caught in the house...
Without a doubt the worst all out beating I ever got.. the term spanking just comes nowhere near this one... Happened with the "firewood" incident..
When we had done wrong, and went into it knowing that we were doing wrong, we got a spanking.. We knew we would, but we were just plain stupid and did it anyway... What we would hear first was "Go cut me a switch.." Now we knew what this meant.. Go to the edge of the yard and cut down a stick to be used to spank us with from one of several, I believe, "strategically" planted bushes.. Now being the little fat smart ass kid that I was... On this one occasion I came back with a tiny little switch.. "That's too little... go cut me a good switch!" The second time I returned I had fared no better and was told that I had better get it right on this trip... The smart ass moved in and I lost all sense of survival that I had and did the unthinkable.. I went over to the woodpile and returned with a pine log cut for the fireplace.... "Is this big enough?!?"
It was....
I have written about my dad here many times, and now, like all the others, I sit here late at night at this computer laughing and crying quietly to myself thinking back about all the things that flood through my mind when I call him up to sit next to me.. He was a good man... Hard, yet fair. He was quick of wit, humor, anger, and love. One hell of a good guy. He worked his entire life for his family, wanting simply for all of us to be happy... I think of the phrases that he would use when James is being a pain in the ass and Patrick gives out the fifteen year old attitude.. and I smile after I get on to them when I find myself using the same lines...
I think that I will get them out of bed early this morning, get the Kawasaki mule loaded up with clippers, gloves and various implements of destruction and go check for any debris, vines or trees that may need cutting and clearing on that same dirt road back there.. Just to enjoy the looks of horror that cross their faces.... and top it off with a moon pie and an ice cold Rc cola...
Happy Father's Day Dad.. I love you...
facebook a while back that spoke of the fun he had simply riding around town with his kids and stopping at Dairy Queen for an ice cream. I commented on his status that instead of material objects, those moments were the ones that his kids would remember when they were older... That thought is what led me here tonight.Reaching back through the memories of my Dad is always a pleasant and frightening thing to do. The first photo is him about the same age that I am right now... Skip forward many years and here I am
near the same place, the same age he is in his photo..We spent many hours riding around with him in this town and he always a had a way of making each time like a new adventure... The night we saw Smokey and the Bandit for the first time.. Listening to his absolutely perfect impression of sheriff Buford T. Justice as he talked on his CB radio in the car to someone he found that was calling himself the bandit will never leave me.. "Honey go get me a banana split" was usually followed by a night time ride to the same Dairy Queen Jeff probably took his kids to... Whenever a tornado came through anywhere near here.. rest assured we would drive around in the truck and look for damage...
Through the gentle persuasions of my mother, my father was the kind of person that got things done. At the age I am now, he had five kids, was building a nice home for them all, and never seemed to stop smiling... Now, he had his moments of anger.. or pure ass meanness.. depending on whether or not you were on the receiving end.. Once, when jumping on the trampoline with a friend and my brother, we ripped the canvas along the seam.. He was working in his shop and proceeded to launch a fit of anger and obscenities towards us that would blister raw meat.. Informing us in no uncertain terms that it was either repair the damn thing or die shortly... Fear... fear like we had never known gripped us as we cried that little kid sob and wondered just how in hell we were going to fix this thing... My mother came home and asked us what was wrong and we told her, amid sobs, that we had to fix the trampoline or we were going to die... She assured us that no death would come about from the mishap, so we hid for many hours until it was safe to venture out.. or dinner was ready.. one or the other...
I think the angriest I had ever seen him was the day my brother and I got off the school bus and made our way to the front door. I had a key, we were the first ones home each day and were expected get inside and set about cleaning the place as soon as we walked in.. well... after we ate our weight in red links and cereal, and anything else we could find.. and spent a while honing our minds on such things as Gilligan's island and space giants... Well that particular day he had come home from work early and we failed to notice his car in the driveway... As I was trying to get the key to turn in the lock, my Dad was trying to unlock the door to let us in from the other side... So I was cussing up a storm because the thing wouldn't move and my brother was dancing about the place bitching about having to go to the bathroom. So I let lose with a resounding, "Just shut the F up you GD MF'er..." Just as Dad opened the door...
What followed was a scene straight from what I had imagined Armageddon would be like.. complete with whirling arms, smacking ass, and phrases like, "Where's my gun!?" and "You ain't gonna be able to sit down for a week boy!" If memory serves.. I don't think I did sit down for a week after that one... between the pain and the subsequent exhaustion of the stint of complete slavery that followed I learned the lesson every twelve year old is bound to cross over once in a while.. Save the cussing for the school bus..
There was the summer from hell we spent when he decided that the dirt road out back had gotten too grown up and "By God, it needed to be cleared.." So, it seemed to us, he took all of his vacation for the job... He would start out by fetching us from the bed as soon as the sun rose and cranking up his chain saw.. Our job was to simply walk behind him and pick up the trees and limbs he cut down... Holy shit that was hard work... When he had taken all of his vacation he would get home and rip down through the woods with that damnable saw creating piles of debris that were not to be believed... leaving us with specific instructions as to where and how it all was to be moved.. "It better be done when I get home!" became the call sign for that summer.. You couldn't procrastinate on that little project either.. he would slip in unannounced at all hours during the day and lord help you if you were caught in the house...
Without a doubt the worst all out beating I ever got.. the term spanking just comes nowhere near this one... Happened with the "firewood" incident..
When we had done wrong, and went into it knowing that we were doing wrong, we got a spanking.. We knew we would, but we were just plain stupid and did it anyway... What we would hear first was "Go cut me a switch.." Now we knew what this meant.. Go to the edge of the yard and cut down a stick to be used to spank us with from one of several, I believe, "strategically" planted bushes.. Now being the little fat smart ass kid that I was... On this one occasion I came back with a tiny little switch.. "That's too little... go cut me a good switch!" The second time I returned I had fared no better and was told that I had better get it right on this trip... The smart ass moved in and I lost all sense of survival that I had and did the unthinkable.. I went over to the woodpile and returned with a pine log cut for the fireplace.... "Is this big enough?!?"
It was....
I have written about my dad here many times, and now, like all the others, I sit here late at night at this computer laughing and crying quietly to myself thinking back about all the things that flood through my mind when I call him up to sit next to me.. He was a good man... Hard, yet fair. He was quick of wit, humor, anger, and love. One hell of a good guy. He worked his entire life for his family, wanting simply for all of us to be happy... I think of the phrases that he would use when James is being a pain in the ass and Patrick gives out the fifteen year old attitude.. and I smile after I get on to them when I find myself using the same lines...
I think that I will get them out of bed early this morning, get the Kawasaki mule loaded up with clippers, gloves and various implements of destruction and go check for any debris, vines or trees that may need cutting and clearing on that same dirt road back there.. Just to enjoy the looks of horror that cross their faces.... and top it off with a moon pie and an ice cold Rc cola...
Happy Father's Day Dad.. I love you...
June 14, 2009
Birth of a Wizard's Staff
** Note.... If you stumbled upon this blog post via google.. take a look here to see the completed piece...
I went out with James this evening to look for a new piece to carve a wizard's staff... We loaded up the Kawasaki mule and hit the woods. I found this tree and decided to attempt it.. Pine isn't my first choice because the root configuration is nonexistent.. pine has just a bulb of sorts with a few scraggly, small roots shooting off the sides... Young dogwoods make the best ones, their root systems always look cool..
The first step in the process is to check the immediate area for snakes and general offerings of nature that have the ability to kill you... Then you clear the area around the base of the tree in preparation for removal..
Then you pick the height, this one I chose at about six feet, then you saw off the top..
Once the tree is ready, you dig it out.. Many things can happen during this stage & at this point I've encountered most of them.. from grubs to nests of vermin and snakes of all sorts..
Once the digging process is completed, then you twist the tree free of the ground. With a pine, there is always one root that runs off the "bulb" straight down into the ground.. It can be a pain.. But usually comes free with some serious twisting... It's impossible to cut the root out as it's under the end of the tree and you can't get to it...
Then you gather your hired help to return the tree back to the transport...
As I said.. The root configuration of the pine doesn't offer much in the way of anything spectacular to view... so you have to go for the more classic wizard staff design...
Loaded up and ready to head back for the debarking...
The "tree bridge" covering the path on the way in from the woods.. the Kawasaki mule just fits under it so we leave it...
I have a special mixture that I use for the debarking of pine... if you don't treat a piece of raw pine expect a huge sticky mess from the sap.. And trust me.. it gets everywhere & on everything...
The debarked & treated piece ready for carving.. I will allow it a few days to dry a bit.. It's a very soft wood for carving so I intend to cover this thing with some sort of design... It's a bit over six feet in length and quite stout.. I hope the finished product turns out good..
Once the staff is completed I will post photos of the finished piece... But first, I have several projects that I must attend to...
I went out with James this evening to look for a new piece to carve a wizard's staff... We loaded up the Kawasaki mule and hit the woods. I found this tree and decided to attempt it.. Pine isn't my first choice because the root configuration is nonexistent.. pine has just a bulb of sorts with a few scraggly, small roots shooting off the sides... Young dogwoods make the best ones, their root systems always look cool..
The first step in the process is to check the immediate area for snakes and general offerings of nature that have the ability to kill you... Then you clear the area around the base of the tree in preparation for removal..
Then you pick the height, this one I chose at about six feet, then you saw off the top..
Once the tree is ready, you dig it out.. Many things can happen during this stage & at this point I've encountered most of them.. from grubs to nests of vermin and snakes of all sorts..
Once the digging process is completed, then you twist the tree free of the ground. With a pine, there is always one root that runs off the "bulb" straight down into the ground.. It can be a pain.. But usually comes free with some serious twisting... It's impossible to cut the root out as it's under the end of the tree and you can't get to it...
Then you gather your hired help to return the tree back to the transport...
As I said.. The root configuration of the pine doesn't offer much in the way of anything spectacular to view... so you have to go for the more classic wizard staff design...
Loaded up and ready to head back for the debarking...
The "tree bridge" covering the path on the way in from the woods.. the Kawasaki mule just fits under it so we leave it...
I have a special mixture that I use for the debarking of pine... if you don't treat a piece of raw pine expect a huge sticky mess from the sap.. And trust me.. it gets everywhere & on everything...
The debarked & treated piece ready for carving.. I will allow it a few days to dry a bit.. It's a very soft wood for carving so I intend to cover this thing with some sort of design... It's a bit over six feet in length and quite stout.. I hope the finished product turns out good..
This is a completed dogwood wizard's staff that I made several years ago, yet keep on hand, I love the way the roots played out on this one, so I didn't carve anything on it.. This one is just under six feet in height..
Once the staff is completed I will post photos of the finished piece... But first, I have several projects that I must attend to...
June 11, 2009
Levicorpus
I had a great deal of fun making this wand, I enjoyed doing the spiral design... I have done this design before on a cane, but it was much easier on a small scale... the last picture is of the cane that I carved with the same spiral design, it takes quite a while, but the outcome is worth it...
June 07, 2009
Lord have mercy.... 16 hours at Stone Mountain...
the day began at a pavilion rented by loudon communications, we were invited to come along... many thanks to them for this treat, we had a good meal right on the lake as the boats went by...
this was the view of the mountain from the pavilion..
waiting for the skylift to the top of the mountain
view from the skylift looking down, some 1600 feet...
patrick, julie & james on top of the mountain..
atlanta as seen from the top of the mountain
james loved climbing on everything
atlanta in the background
trees grow in just a few inches of patchy soil
geographical summit of the mountain
waiting on the skylift for the trip down
they hold lots of people
starting the trip down
its a long ass way down...
carving from the skylift
the carving is the exact size of a football field
people waiting in line for the trip up
view of the carving from "memorial mall"
patrick, julie & james on the mall
locust blending well with the granite
dr.'s cabin on the plantation
one of the slave cabins
inside the slave cabin
the courtyard of the "farm"
herb/vegetable garden
kitchen house
magnolia tree
mother in law suite in the main house
love the brick floors
school house on the plantation
james loved the old buildings
a bit hot, very humid - but beautiful..
james wanted to climb everything everywhere...
in the new portion of the park, very "six flags" like
me, patrick & james
james loves catfish...
another view of the carving
the train is coming!
about to pull out
awaiting the begining of the laser show, we were treated to special seating.. the first time i've ever had reserved seats for this & got to sit in a comfy chair instead of on the ground..
the view behind usThis video is of the ending of the laser show, we rode the "ducks"(land & water vehicles) around on the lake & through the park, saw the 4D movie(you get wet), rode the train, ate a good meal or two, visited the plantation & petting zoo, rode the skylift to the top of the mountain, saw the "treetop adventure", saw the grist mill, the quarry, the marina, the put-put golf, many many shops & artisans... it was a long day indeed.. but we had lots of fun...
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