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         I was thinking today about how "crafty", as in good with their hands, my parents both were.  My dad once made a cowboy doll about twelve inches tall.  He sewed the body together and stuffed it then, taking scraps of old clothes, he made a pair of pants and a shirt for his cowboy.  Using leather, he fashioned the cowboy a hat, chaps and a vest.  Then he whittled boots and a pair of six shooters from wood and painted them, finishing his cowboy off with leather on the soles of the boots and a leather holster for the guns.

         I loved that cowboy doll, but he was an old man before I ever came to know him.  He gradually fell apart until all that was left of him were his boots and six-shooters.  I don't know where the six-shooters are, but I still have the boots.  Awesome!  Thinking of the old cowboy made me remember something else I hadn't thought of in years.  At some point in my youth, Someone gave me a cute shiny toy Thunderbird convertible.

         I thought the car was terrific, but it needed a driver.  I asked my dad and he finally consented to make me a stuffed cloth family for the car.  They were too small to be nearly as elaborate as the cowboy, but I cherished them maybe more than I did that fancy store-bought car.  My dad was an artist, although he never knew it.  I used to ask him to draw me something and he said all he could draw was flies.  He could take a solid piece of wood and whittle out a box with a ball inside of it.  I will take pictures of it and the boots too, if I can find them.  You'd be impressed, I believe, just like I was.  My dad had talented hands and the patience to make almost anything.



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