A New Shop for DbR
I am so excited!! I have been working out of my living room for months now and my little corner has become very congested with my new printer and my increasing stock of paper and files. I am also looking into more equipment… but I’ll save that for another post. So to start from the “beginning”…
Once upon a time there was a little camp which overlooked a river. It was fondly called the Eagle’s Nest by the locals. When I say overlooked, I mean it precariously sat on the side of a bluff so one could see miles of the river and the river valley all at once. One day an out-of-towner came along and bought the land and the little camp. He didn’t want the camp, only the land on which to build his castle.
My grandfather, living less than a mile away, loaded the kitchen section of the camp onto skids and hauled it home. It was to become his wood working shop, his get-away and sanctuary. He filled it with tools and sweet smelling wood; sawdust carpeted the floor. He would build a fire in the small cast iron stove and spend hours puttering away.
He passed away a few years ago, leaving a hole in my heart and an emptiness on the farm. The old work shop had been used occasionally 
by other family members, but the time of lights regularly glowing in the evenings and smoke puffing from the chimney had passed. The idea, up until recently, was to tear the little red building down.
I, with the support of my family, will work to breathe a new life into my grandfather’s sanctuary. He was always so supportive and encouraging of my design work, constantly bringing me fun little projects for his amusement. As for using his shop; I think he would approve. So, I will begin this weekend, stacking wood remnants, sorting odds and ends and sweeping the sawdust from the floor. The revitilization will be a long process, but I hope, come spring, I will be able to move in with my equipment.
Thanks for everything, Grampy. I love you.
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