I wonder if you still have that HB set your Dad built?
Yes, Joe, I still have that old rig, but many years of poor storage have taken their toll. Sometimes the things we take for granted today, become the valued treasures of a lfetime many years later. But its not the things that count, of course, its about the people who stand out in our memories - though glorified by our selective recall. And that ability to remember the best of those who've now departed, has the benefit of making our love for them continue to grow. The lesson we take from it, as I'm sure you're aware, is to cherish those who are with us now, every day. Quite a task given life's daily challenges!
Now dad probably made that radio more out of economic nessesity at the time, than imagining it to be some sort of personal legacy. Funny how things turn out sometimes. Still, when I build something, like the tool shed I built last Summer, I imagine it living on after I'm gone. I probably do better work that way, even though I realize the imperminance of anything that I may build. But who knows what object I put my hands to will someday trigger a cherished memory of me to someone after I'm gone.
By the way, I used dad's old carpenters square when I built that tool shed. It's hard to read the numbers on it anymore, but it helped dad build the house we lived in in the 1960's. So when I make a straight cut with it, I recall the story of my dad cutting hip rafters on the ground and handing them up to my grandfather on the roof to set in place. Then my hands become his, still working, still working. And that old radio dad made is still rusting, still rusting. And my memory of dad grows ever fonder, ever fonder.
-Don
P.S. I'm obviously shooting for the "Sentimental Journey" award on this forum. I trust that I have your vote!