Once Dad was finished with the bedrooms upstairs, he started on remodeling the rooms on the first floor. My former little bedroom became the new bathroom, and the old bathroom was taken out; the walls for the old bathroom, master bedroom, and closet were removed such that those three spaces made one big room that was going to be the new kitchen. The far end would become the cooking area with cabinets, appliances – including a dishwasher, and counter space and the other end would become the eating area with a sliding glass door out to the deck overlooking the row of hemlock trees I have mentioned before.
One
day Dad turned on his charm and said to Mom, “You know, I really
could use a router.”
Mom's
participation in all this remodeling was to hold the figurative purse
strings – she would let Dad know if they had the money go pay for
the next thing they needed for the house projects. If they did not
have the money – they waited until they did. The Folks did not pay
cash for everything – they had a Sears credit card that was almost
never paid off – but they did not run the credit card up too high –
always watching their pennies. If Dad had credit at the local lumber
company – Rucker Lumber down past Patchin in the Town of Boston –
he either paid it off regularly or did not let it get too high. I
remember trips to Rucker Lumber, but I do not recall how things got
paid for.
So
on the day that Dad was sweet-talking Mom about a router, Mom looked
very apprehensive and asked what the heck a router was – she knew
the common tools – but Mom had never heard of a router before.
Dad
leaned in to her and said, “Mare, with a router, I can build you
kitchen cabinets that will be nicer than any we have seen in the
stores.”
With
that, Mom put away the figurative purse and picked up her own real
pocketbook, she said, “Christmas is coming soon. Maybe Santa will
put a router under the tree this year.”
Seeing
opportunity, Dad quickly added, “A router table too – the router
has to attach to a table. A router table costs about $40.”
Mom
then glanced over at me. Because, you know, Dads are hard to shop for
– it is difficult to come up with gift ideas or to know what it is
they would really want. And here was a huge hint being handed right to me!
Maudie or Sudee atop the Admiral fridge |
I
scraped together my babysitting money, and under the Christmas tree
that year, next to the wrapped up router, was a wrapped up router
table.
And
the subsequent cabinets that Dad built for the kitchen? Well they
looked nice, and at the time I just thought that is just what Dads
do.
But when I think back on those kitchen cupboards now, I can't
help but believe they really were the most beautiful cabinets I have ever
seen before or since.
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