My dad recently turned 94, he is a veteran of WWII and also the Korean War. I thought my dad could do pretty much anything when I was growing up.
Despite his years, he maintains good health and although he lives in England and I live in Australia, I have regular updates from my siblings and my Step mum Brenda.
Because I lived so far away from the family, my dad decided that he wanted to make me something that I would always be able to look at and remember him by. He was always so clever with his hands. He made furniture (in the early days out of necessity), as funds were scarce when we were growing up in London, England. But I remember that although we lived in a council house, my friends always said that our house was ‘posh’ because of the things my dad built for us.
Although I don’t use my box for sewing, I have far too many supplies to fit inside, I do use it to keep my jewellery in. Each time I stop and look at the wonder that is this box I think of my dad toiling away in his workshop, doing all the marquetry and cutting the shapes. It is a treasure and a family heirloom. It’s even more amazing to think that my dad didn’t just make a box for me, he made one for my sister and one for our late mum, so three in total, all different and all equally lovely. He actually posted my sewing box to me (even the box it came in was a work of art). I shudder to think how much it cost to post, and I do recall paying some duty too.
It is sad to think that my dad doesn’t remember making the sewing boxes. Although he doesn’t suffer with Altzheimers, his memory is no longer able to recall them. Brenda asked if I would send some pictures of my sewing box as she had just inherited one from my sister. I duly sent the photo’s and although my dad enjoyed seeing them he didn’t recall making the box. I do wish my dad remembered making the sewing boxes for us all, ageing is so cruel at times. I shall always be grateful for the treasure that he made for me