The next five Christmas tree carvings lovingly created by my husband.*
*Many of you will remember my husband’s tradition of carving the stump of our family’s Christmas tree each year, into a creature. Each creature represents a sustaining memory of something significant to us in that year. In addition, he cleverly inserts a penny with the year’s date into the bottom of each little sculpture to document its year.
Today we have a collection of thirty sculptures. Each week until the end of the year, I’ll be posting photos of the carvings that I haven’t previously posted. Each carving is precious to us. I hope you will enjoy them as well.
It’s that season again! Time to showcase my husband’s mini sculptures lovingly carved from our family’s discarded Christmas trees. He’s created over thirty of these sculptures. Each honors the tree, a memory and our family.
I’m picking up where I left off last year, at 1994. This is Niles The Tile Fish. I know the year is ’94, because I can easily find a penny of the same date expertly inlaid under the mount of the carving.
The story behind the fish:My family upholds the tradition of eating many varied fishes on Christmas Eve. The tile fish is a once a year favorite. The scales are beautifully iridescent. This carving honors this fish and all of the many fishes that have nourished our family for countless years. It’s also a symbol of our gathering on Christmas Eve;for all of us who will celebrate this year and for all who will be missed at the table.
Posting the images of these carvings and sharing them with you, offers me the opportunity to honor my amazing husband. Happy Christmas T.
Otis symbolizes many good memories of our kid’s elementary school. It was then, a small neighborhood school which was warm, diverse and caring, under the leadership of a terrific principal who greeted each child and parent every morning and at dismissal by name.
An owl is still the school mascot. My husband carved this one in 1993. It was a time when our entire family including grandparents, spent many hours with special art projects, art fairs, musical performances, PTA events and a host of exhausting but fun school volunteer activities. A golden time.
Ok, this carving is quite ridiculous. It’s name is Snort Snort Brain. Yes, really.
My husband agreed to share his Christmas tree stump carvings with our youngest’s first grade class. This prompted a brainstorm; why not ask the class to give a name to the most recent carving? My husband promised the class that whatever the majority voted, that name would be honored for all eternity. So here is Snort Snort Brain:)