Friday, February 8, 2008

THE PERFECT STOOL




I have the perfect stool. For the last 28 years this stool has set in the same place in my bathroom. My daddy made it. On the inside, written in pencil and the year in ink, reads, "To Harrison from Papa Crenshaw 1979" It's lifted many a little person up on to the potty and to the sink for washing little fingers and hands or brushing teeth. It's the perfect size, 13 1/2 inches long by 5 3/4 inches wide and 5 1/2 inches high. It's perfect for little feet. Some stools are a little to tall and tip over very easy, not this stool, it's perfect. Some stools are heavy and hard for little ones to drag around, not this stool, it's perfect! I have the perfect stool! Thank you daddy, (Papa and now Great-Papa) for making the perfect stool.

I told Shelby that when her daddy and Uncle Travis were little boys and one of them had to sit for a while on the potty. They would call the other to come sit on the stool and talk to them and keep them company. So now when she has to sit for a while she'll say, "Travis use to sit on that stool and talk to my daddy?" I say "Yes, and when Travis had to sit a while he'd call your daddy to come sit on the stool and talk to him." We've had this discussion over and over. Tuesday, she asked me to sit on the stool and talk to her! I did.


3 comments:

echoeve said...

I love little stories that connect the gererations.

echoeve

Anonymous said...

Thank you Gigi for the lovely discription of the little stool I built so many years ago. I have seen it sitting there for all those years when ever we viited your home.

I have built many little stools like that through the years for little ones to do the things that you discribed in your wonderful artical.

I have had a couple returned for repair, which I have done and returned to service. I visited one home a few years ago and saw the little stool left in the yard where it had been left out in the rain and weather and I was sad but said nothing about it.

There's this black man,James, that works as a designer at the florist where I work(he does such beautiful work). When his granddaughter was born I made her a little step stool. She entered nursing school a few months ago. I asked James if she still had the step stool I had made her and said yes, she still has it.

I made a stool to put around Sam's and Sheila's kitchen table to sit an extra person when company came. Back when he was still working on the road selling, he cut the legs done some to make it fit between the two front seats of his van to write on while traveling. I wasn't too happy about that but what can I say, it was a gift to them to use as the saw fit.

Janice just reminded me of the step stool that I made for Timothy Scott Padget, Don & Julie's son and Jennifer's little brother when he was a todler. Janice, the poet, wrote in the underside of it:
"For Timothy Scott to sit and squat and reach cold and hot..."

There could be other stories don't come to mind at the moment except the other stool at Gigi's and I'll let her write about that one.
Love, Papa Billy

Amanda said...

I love that story. It's a shame ebay wasn't around when you he started making them. I think those gifts are the best kind. You can really tell his heart is in every one of those stools.