“The RoseBouquet”

I realized after last week’s RoseBouquet that I had the photos, and could have done up a story of Dad and my brother Ernie building that swing in Winnipeg in early July. It slipped my mind. However, I’ll give you the photo story here now.

Dad bringing out the cord to start on the swing.

Dad and Ernie working away at the table saw in the shade in the garage.

A lot of lumber to cut up for this job.

It was so hot and humid! Fortunately Ernie invited us in several times for water breaks. Dad had sweat running down both sides of his glasses!

By Monday at dusk, they had the outline frame assembled.

There was still aways more cutting to do. Sometimes I helped hold and take away the pieces.

In due time however, they could erect the frame and the hangers on which the seats were to be built.

Time for another shade break. Tuesday was scorching hot.

Now it was coming together nicely!

Ernie screwing on the last armrest. (Dad believes in screwing instead of nailing these things, so they last longer).

Dusk, and it is about done! Ernie will have to put in two more screws for each slat in the seats and armrests, and trim back the rebars on which the swings hinge, but then Penny can paint it.

About three or four decades ago, Dad says, he built about twenty such swings out of scrap lumber, and then tipped them onto his truck and delivered them to his buyers. He still knows how - but we found it worked better with Ernie and me as helpers. I’m so very glad Ernie took that Tuesday off to make sure it got done.

We are all hard workers, so getting a project done together gives us a sense of satisfaction!