My Dad’s friends stopped by frequently. Mr. Sorel was a frequent visitor with a “How about those Giants?” That question always led to some light hearted debate about the Patriots and the Giants. Mr. Carvalaho, Luis, was also a frequent visitor. His visits were typically because he was in need of some tool, which my Dad, of course, always had.
A few weeks ago, Hannah and Megan made their way to my sister’s house in Rhode Island to make some homemade pasta. After their pasta making party, my sister, Hannah, and Megan stopped in to the little white ranch to visit with my Mom and Dad for a bit before heading back to CT.
The morning after the visit, Megan, still sleepy, blurted out, “I want to make a rolling pin with Grampa.” “OK, Meg. I’ll text Grandma and see if we can get up there before you go to camp.”
A week later, Megan and I hopped in the car and made our way two hours north on 95 to the little white ranch to make a rolling pin.
After a quick lunch, Megan and my Dad made their way to the basement shop to get started on the rolling pin. My Mom and I were left upstairs to do whatever our hearts desired. We were not “invited” to partake in the making of the rolling pin.
My Mom, in search of an outfit to wear to an upcoming wedding, put on a fashion show for me. When the outfit was decided upon, we found ourselves making piles of “stuff” to get donated.
Suddenly, I heard the garage door to the house slam shut and I thought I heard someone yell. My Mom stopped her perusing of books and said “Oh, that’s just Luis. He must be here for your father.” “Some things never change!” I said to my mother as I got up to head downstairs to confirm it was a Luis visit. It was.
I came back up stairs and got into another random task with my Mom. We got settled in our “work” and we heard the door slam again. “Luis left.” My Mom said casually. Clearly, the comings and going of Luis had not changed in the years since I left.
Minutes later, it slammed again. “Who’s that now?” I laughed at my Mom.“Who knows?” she laughed back.
Curiosity got the best of me and I abandoned my Mom and made my way back to the basement.
I could hear the lathe running. I could hear muffled voices as I made approached the basement. I recognized Luis’ voice, he was back. I came around the corner and there was Mr. Vatcher from down the street. Dell’s Lemonade in hand, Mr. Vatcher and Luis stood side by side watching Megan using the gouge and the lathe to craft her rolling pin. My Dad was by her side, the coach watching the apprentice. He could see and sense that she had it all under control, so he stepped back and watched like a visitor.
Careful not to disturb the scene, I stopped and watched them, watch her.
The generations came together around craft and friendship.