Reinvention of a bygone era

Temo Wolfe · 06-21-2012, 09:17 PM

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The lathe produced a certain amount of noise while it was being used. creaks from the joints and twine as Temo rhythmically pushed down the pedal with his foot. The schhhhct as he gently pushed the cutting blade into the wood causing a shower of shavings to spring out from the piece and sift to the floor. The tip of his tongue slightly protruding from between his front teeth as his full concentration was being directed at the dual duty of operating the lathe and applying the carving tool at the appropriate time and with the correct amount of pressure.

Temo was so focused on the piece in the lathe that he was working on and in keeping his timing with the pedal and application of the carving tool that it was several moments before it registered in his brain that there was someone knocking at his shop door. He had not had many visitors to his shop since he first cleaned out the place and set it up for any woodworking projects that others would need to be done and bring them his way to get done.

With a bit of surprise showing on his face that he had a visitor, Temo set his carving tool on the bench and went to the door to see who had come calling to his shop. A smile spread across his muzzle when he discovered that the caller was his son. It was true that he did not know the artic language of his wife's beginnings, but with her teaching their children and their using some of the words mixed in the language that he and the others communicated, he had learned a few words here and there. Hi Son, come in, come in. I was practicing wood turning on the lathe that I built.

Temo Wolfe

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