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Day 10: Kickin' It Old Skool Blog Challenge

Throughout December I am Kickin’ It Old Skool with Jamie Ridler, Shannon Ridler, and a whole group of other creative bloggers. We’re bringing back the days when blogging was fun and not just another chore on the social media frontier. Join in any time! The more the merrier.

It's Show and Tell day! Just like we used to back in preschool, we're bringing something to show and... um... tell stuff about it.

This is a toy wooden dog...

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I made him. (Yes, really!) This little guy was our 6th grade woodshop project.

We used T-squares and French curls and probably some other instruments I no longer remember to draft the shape of the dog on green paper.

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Then we turned a plain rectangular board into a dog with a coping saw and a lot of muscle power. We drilled a hole for the eyes and we smoothed out the edges with metal files, with our dogs clamped tight in vices.

Except when they weren't clamped tight as our teacher warned us might happen if we weren't careful. Then they would fall. Maybe break a leg off as mine did.

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But instead of crying at all my hard work being ruined (there's no crying in shop class!), I quietly glued him back together. (Side note: Further evidence of why I shouldn't be allowed to have glue.)

Then the finishing touches... stain, a small plank, dowels and wheels, string and a pull knob.

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All this time later, there he sits on my bookshelf. As if it hasn't been 25 years since his creation.

Not too shabby for something I made as a child. Mr. Romanczyk would be proud. (Of course, I remember his name! How do you forget a name like that?)

 

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Comments

  1. Wood shop was awesome! I made a race car during my time there. I love your little doggy.

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  2. I love it! Thanks for sharing him with us!

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  3. I love this and he is adorable! I wish I'd been able to take shop when I was in school.

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  4. Very cool! I still remember my 8th grade shop teacher. I enjoyed that class a lot, too!

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  5. Very cute! You must have been so proud of him!

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  6. Oh my gosh, this is so cute and I love how you said there is no crying in shop class! A little glue and good as new...what a great job you did!

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  7. What good memories. I made a wooden car in grade 7. I wish I would have kept it, but I think it got lost along the way.

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  8. How absolutely wonderful! A real treasure. Thank you so much for showing and telling. :)

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  9. A race car? Wow! That sounds like fun.

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  10. He is wonderful Sherri. I bet Mr. Romanczyk would be so proud and excited to know that you kept that project and remember so much about it 25 years later. I know if one of my former students shared this story I would be beaming!

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