A few weeks ago Shawn and I made a trip to San Luis Obispo. Last April after Shawn's mother sold her house in Los Osos Shawn and his brother, Damian, helped her load all of her belongings into U-Hauls to take to her new home in Astoria, Oregon. What didn't fit went into a storage unit. The trip we made was possibly our only chance to get the items that she was giving Shawn until his current contract is finished. Along the way we also got to stop in Paso Robles at the home of some great people who have taken on the task of running a small family owned vineyard and are producing some fantastic wines while using some of the profits to help the Wounded EOD Warrior Foundation.
Shawn's father was such an amazing craftsman in so many ways. Not only was he a commercial fisherman, he was a potter and a woodworker as well. He had handcrafted a dining table out of redwood planks and carved out the base as well, and also built some wonderfully sturdy bookshelves. There were also some of his pottery pieces that will be displayed in our home with great pride. These are part of Shawn's memories of his father and he wanted very badly to clean up the bookshelves and put them to use in our office, so last weekend we turned our office into a disaster zone and moved everything out in order to rearrange it and get the bookshelves in.
Now I am working to get everything sorted out and put into its new place. To jump back to another story, when we moved my father to Nevada last January I tried to bring some of his belongings that would be familiar to him - a few of his wall hangings and some photos, and an old scrapbook and photo album. I had looked through the scrapbook, but somehow never looked at all of the memorabilia that he had tucked away into the photo album. As I dusted off his old photo album a handful of pictures and things fell out. One was a folded piece of paper. When I opened it I saw that it was a sign in sheet for visitors to Brookley Field in Mobile, Alabama, where Daddy was the regional vice president in charge of sales for Lear Siegler in the 70's. What made this sign in sheet so special is that it had the signature of then-governor of Alabama, George Wallace. As soon as I saw it I was transported back to the day when the whole family got dressed up to go to work with Daddy, and we watched from an executive office as my father walked out and greeted our governor and shook his hand. I was very young and only had a vague idea of what "governor" meant, but I knew this was an important person and that it was an honor for my Daddy to get to shake his hand.
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