As the long and slow process of the family boatyard treasures move from Orchard Beach down to the Farm in Virginia, we keep coming across little treasures that spark a fond remembrance of grandpa’s one-toothed grin, and the endless creating and projects of generations…
Hidee’s old metal gas can – he painted a picture of himself on it with a beard and glasses, and a skull and cross-bones.
These are the wheels from the railway car that would bring boats up out of the water for my family to work on
more boxes from the workshop – organizing the pieces used to make and fix everything and anything
Wooden boxes from Grandpa’s and Hidee’s shop. We plan to use them in the new woodshop at the Farm in VA. We love that they still have their handwriting.
Hidee’s Tiny Tot stove that he kept in his haven in the woods a.k.a. Hidee’s woodland hide-away