Another member posted about the Internet making people lazy. One of the responses discussed woodworking, garnering a similar response from the OP. I
didn't want to hijack the thread off-topic with yet another woodworking response so I decided my response might warrant a post.
I too like woodworking, although I don't seem to do it much anymore. My table saw is covered with outdoor gear (which I seldom use anymore also).
But I do remember my first woodworking project.
Long before the "Internet" (see how I did that?) I had a Wood Shop class. I think it was about 8th grade. I chose to make a cutting board for my
project. I was going to give my masterpiece to Mom. I cut and glued many pieces of wood together. I planed, I sanded and I planed...and I sanded.
I was having a hard time getting my cutting board perfectly square on the edges, so I planed and sanded some more. I planed and sanded until my
cutting board was only about 4" wide and 12" long when I finally got it right.
I proudly presented my masterpiece to Mom and she did the "Oooh Ahhhh"
thing that Mom's do. She hesitated for a moment and then
said..."what is it?"
" Why, it's a cutting board, Mom!"
, I said, somewhat mortified she didn't immediately recognize the exquisite craftsmanship and blinding
ingenuity. I mean, lightning bolts of coolness just shot out of this thing (in my mind). How could anyone not see this?
So Mom profusely thanked and praised me as she took the masterpiece to the kitchen and set it down.
Later that evening Dad came home. He usually liked a snack after coming home from work. His favorite snack was a banana. Upon entering the kitchen
he grabbed a banana and a knife. He immediately seized upon my creation to cut his banana, and then exclaimed..."Hey Honey, where'd you get this
Banana Board? I thought...BANANA BOARD?????? I mean not even Leonardo DiVinci could have made a work of art in the likeness of my near
perfection...and this knucklehead is calling it a "Banana Board"???? How dare he! I was crushed (well, not really, after all it was
Of course Mom came running to the rescue in a desperate attempt to preserve my last remaining drop of ego.
"It's a CUTTING BOARD...and YOUR SON made that!"
she exclaimed. (I think she might have kicked him in the shin too, but I couldn't see for
sure from around the counter). It didn't matter, the damage was done; it would forever be a "banana board".
Dad held onto that old scrap of wood for nearly 40+ more years, and every single time he ate a banana from that day forward he'd dig out that crappy
old Wood Shop project out of a cupboard somewhere and cut his banana on it!
And for the rest of his life he always referred to it as...The Banana Board.
edit on 12/10/2016 by Flyingclaydisk because: (no reason given)