My Grandpa (my mom's dad) died when I was little. He was quite the handy man when it came to working with wood. He made me an amazing barbie/doll house that I loved. Some of the other things that he made me were wooden teeth (when I started losing mine), a cradle for my dolls, a bed for my dolls, a dresser, and the table in this picture. I got this table for Christmas and I still have it. In fact, I still have everything that he made me except the doll house, too bad I didn't have any girls. I remember this Christmas and especially those little salt and pepper shakers that are shaped like green soda bottles. Recently my kids have asked a lot of questions about my grandpa and it has been fun to reminisce. It is still not uncommon for them to bless grandpa to "come back alive," when they say their prayers. Thanks goodness for the gospel!
