We each have a special place in the world that in our hearts feels like home. A place that reminds us of precious moments in time where we feel that we always belong. Somewhere that regardless of what else is happening to us in the world, just being there makes everything seem like it will be alright. For me, that place is my dad’s shop. I love the sights, sounds, and smells of the old workshop where my Dad would build a sheep camp trailer, or design and weld wrought iron patio furniture, among other projects.
I have to show a picture of my dad when he was younger. This one was taken around the time he met his “Angel Sweetheart”, my beautiful mom. I always thought Dad looked like a movie star in this photo! Notice he is holding a camera. Yup, I got my love of taking pictures from my dear, sweet Daddy:)
The first shop, Eddy and Sons Sheep Camp Business
My shop memories began about the time I entered elementary school. My first job at age six was sweeping Dad’s shop. I got paid the whooping wage of fifty cents an hour, which was a fair and decent wage for a girl that age in the early 1970’s. Of course, for me, it wasn’t so much about the money; it was simply about me being near my dad. There wasn’t anywhere else in the world I really wanted to be; just tagging along with my dad.
Oh, how I loved Daddy’s shop, which was called Eddy & Sons at the time. Recently, my sweet, older brother, Elwood, gave me a letter I wrote him while he was serving an LDS mission in Oklahoma in the late seventies. In it, I wrote about my employment at the shop. Here it is copy of part of the letter, spelling and all:
This letter reminded me that even at a young age, my Dad and the shop were at the center of my little universe!
The Welding Shop these past thirty years
Look at that smile on my handsome Daddy’s face. He could light up any room with his big personality!
Oh how I wish I had a picture of a young me working with my dad in his shop. Nevertheless, I do have and treasure many amazing and precious memories with him. I do have this one of me at 22 years old, as Dad and I were working just outside the shop putting a hitch on my car.
If you look at the background of the previous picture of my dad and me with the car and the hitch, you will see part of a wood camper Dad was in the process of making. In this photo (just above) you see him and my girl Rachel sitting in the door of the completed camper a decade later.
The Marvelous Sights in Dad’s Shop
As an adult, I was often on the lookout for a project that Dad and I could do together, from wrought iron curtain rods to bar stools and headboards. It was in my daddy’s shop I learn to cut, bend, and weld metal. And to be truthful, he didn’t much like it at the time. He often asked me why we had to design and make all of these projects. Well, that is an easier answer – I loved being with my dad! Later, even as an adult, I still wanted to be in the shop with him. Plus, I love all things wrought iron, and Dad taught me that!
Dad with his three sons in the shop a few years back. Oh how Daddy loved his boys!
Now this is what a “real tool box” looks like, an ammo box!
The years have flown by, and each time I went home to visit my parents, a trip to the shop and a slice of my Mom’s homemade bread always made my visit complete. This past February, I spent a wonderful few days visiting my parents. While there, I had a great visit with Dad about how many happy memories I have of the shop with him. I told him that in June I was going to do a blog on the shop, so he and I went out to take a few pictures of him in it.
What I didn’t know was that these would be the last pictures I took of Dad. Just like that, my darling, sweet and lively father passed quite suddenly just a couple of weeks ago. So Dad is not here to read my blog about him and his shop that I had promised him. I would like to believe, though, that my dad knows just how precious he was to me, and how I treasure all the unforgettable memories with him, including the many ones of Dad and me in his shop.
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy. I love you!