on father's day
How lucky am I to have The Secret Weapon for my Daddy? He can do anything. No, really. I mean anything. His is an artist, a goldsmith, a carpenter, a painter, a printmaker, a craftsman, a photographer, a computer guy, an electronics guy... I could go on and on. Well I guess I will then.
We've have lots of crazy projects over the years. If I can dream it up and get us into it, he can figure out how to make it work and get us out of it. For instance... the Festival of Trees.
Like the year I decided to make a circus theme tree? I wanted to make sno-cone ornaments in the worst way. I thought until my thinker was sore. I bought the sno-cone paper cone things but how would I turn them into non-melting fancy ornaments?
The Secret Weapon went into his basement (code word for genius hangout, also sometimes referred to as a batcave) and came out with an entire shoebox full of those little tiny silica gel packets that come when you buy a pair of shoes. Like, every time anybody in the family for the past thirty years I guess bought a pair of new shoes, he nipped into the box and saved the desiccate. Wow, did those come in handy. He figured to open all those packets onto a cookie sheet and bake them in the oven until they dried right out. And they did. They looked all icy and crystal-y. And then - he inverted halves of round clear plastic cup lids and painted them with clear red paint. Finally we sprinkled the silica gel on the wet paint.
You can imagine, that people stopped in front of that Christmas tree for hours and wondered how those sno-cones were made. They absolutely looked real.
We've made giant rocks out of styrofoam. We've made puppets. Lots of puppets. I fell in love with The Great Gonzo when I was about eight. Love, love, love. Huge crush on the blue guy with the long nose. Now this was long before the days of mass consumerism - these days if your kid loves a TV character, go to Target or any store to pick up the mass produced version. Not back in the 70's. The Secret Weapon grabbed his sketch book and when Gonzo blew his horn at the start of every Muppet Show, seen only on the screen for a fleeting second, my Dad sketched furiously to capture his likeness. This process took weeks, partly because Gonzo was not a very popular character yet and also because this was pre-VCR and playback.
Can you imagine that after weeks of sketching the little blue monster in a tuxedo that The Secret Weapon made a Gonzo puppet, just for me? Wearing - you guessed it - a brown tux. He had the special wires on his arms to move them just like Jim Henson and Frank Oz, my heroes at the time.
I've told you about my dollhouse. And the fireplace. He helped with Club Little House here and here. He was rewarded for a lifetime of learning and teaching here. I am the luckiest little Saucy in Saucytown. Maybe someday, I'll collect up pictures of the crazy things we have done, just to show you how crazy.
posted Sunday, June 15, 2008