and my music flows through his instrument:
When dad passed away I really wanted his hammer as a memory. When I was about five years old, dad bought this state of the art hammer. The hammer had a fiberglass handle, and was much lighter than a conventional wooden handled hammer. He used it for forty years to build homes and remodel jobs to support his family. It was part of who he was, and the only day of the week, it wasn't with him was on Sunday, because Sunday was a day of rest.
From sun up to sun down one could hear the rhythm of his pound. Tap, louder tap, BANG. Next nail, tap, louder tap BANG. Only took three hits to drive a nail. Once in a while he bent one, put it in his pocket to take home and straighten out later.
This old hammer of his, shows the love and dedication dad had for his work, family and everything he knew was important.
Forty some years of love on this well worn handle.
Thank you dad, for teaching me the value of work, family and community. I will always love and miss you. Happy Father's Day
And that's the way it is......................................