The Garden Bench – a very photo heavy post
Once upon a time my husband worked at an assisted-living care facility. He made a lot of friends and formed some special bonds with some of the folks living there. When he left there in 1988 one of the ladies wanted to give him a gift that she had for a very long time. She gave him her garden bench, a heavy cast iron bench with wooden slats. He humbly accepted this gift and brought it home to his family where they got ten years of good use out of it until the California weather ate up the wood and his boys took their toll upon it. In 1998 the bench broke, no more little butts sat on this broken bench and it got shuffled off into a corner of the yard where it sat till Dovey moved to CA. In 2000 we brought this poor broken down little bench, with great sentimental value, to our new house and parked it in the back yard. It's been waiting for an overhaul all these years and Carl finally found a good weekend to do it. This weekend he embarked on this mission and he did not stop till it was done. The only hand I had in it was to paint the cast iron with a high gloss white paint. Carl did the rest. He washed the cast iron then took a wire brush to knock off all the bad spots and loose paint. All those boards had to be measured, planed down to fit, some edges bevelled, sanded down, primer painted, then two coats of deep red paint. He had to drill the holes in the slats and bolt it all together. The old woman is long gone from this earth but her gift is alive and well once again. It's now a permanent fixture on my front porch, exactly where I've wanted a bench for seven years. Honey, you are an awesome carpenter!