At our old family farmstead in Grey County, Ontario, my great grandfather planted maple trees to line the long driveway up to the farmhouse in about 1908. We’ve had to recently cut some down and buzz them up for firewood, but I took a piece of the trunk of one for myself and had an artisan fix it up with sanding and varnishing work so you can count the rings, neat.
I would have had it made into a standing shuffleboard, and a shelf with a jar of pickled eggs and kielbasa, add a few brewskis into the mix,eh?
I LOVE IT!!
We had an apartment in a complex in CT where Revolutionary War soldiers were buried in the front yard. When they cut down some old trees, I got the gardeners to give me slices of the trunk and I sanded them into tables and still have one about forty years later. Wood has such a beautiful smell and feel.
[artisan fix it up with sanding and varnishing work so you can count the rings, neat.]
Excellent idea.
Now I’m going to call my 89 year old carpenter father an “artisan”. (grin)
My daughter had two old, rotting maples cut down in front of her house last summer. A local woodworker took them away for her.
I was able to contact him, and buy a beautiful, live edged bowl that he had made out of part of one.
I gave it to her for Christmas yesterday. She was so thrilled by it.