I've been scouring the city looking for Danish Modern furniture. I think I've been missing my grandpa, who, together with my grandma, put together a spiffy house full of furniture they picked up during their travels. They must have gone to Denmark at some point and decided that's what their signature style would be. What they couldn't bring back, my grandpa made himself. If you put the European-made stuff next to the grandpa-made stuff, you couldn't tell the difference. In fact, I didn't know that Grandpa had made a large portion of their furniture until I was older. (Yes, I kick myself daily for not asking him to show me how to make furniture before he passed away.)
Fortunately, I have a few pieces Grandpa made, a dresser and a desk that he built for grandma to use in her sewing room. He made the dresser with a middle section just the right size for patterns, and the desk he designed to fit a portable sewing machine. I have had these pieces for a few years now. My oldest uses the desk, but the dresser remains in storage, waiting to be stripped and refinished. I like to pretend that I'm a woodworker, just like my grandpa. Only, I hardly ever get around to actually working with the wood. I just think about it. But I think about Grandpa more.
This is a picture I took at my grandparent's home. I don't know which of these pieces of furniture Grandpa made. But I wouldn't be surprised if he made them all.
What memories. I didn't know you had some of their furniture. I'm glad the pieces remained in the family.
Posted by: LauraB. | November 13, 2009 at 08:20 AM