*Many of you will remember my husband’s tradition of saving the stump of our family’s Christmas tree every year, and carving it into the form of a creature. Each creature represents a sustaining memory of something significant to us in that year. When he has completed the carving, he cleverly inserts a penny with the year’s date into the bottom of each little sculpture, to document its year.*
The painting above is a still life of some of his creatures, that I painted as a gift for him.
This year’s carving honors the memory of Lillith, our beloved feline hellion . She recently passed on at nearly twenty- one years of age. We miss her very much.
Below is sampling of carvings from years past. So far he has created one piece for every Christmas we’ve been married-thirty one in all.
From our family to yours, we wish you a wonderful Holiday Season and a creative New Year.
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.
Many of you will remember my husband’s unique tradition of removing the sump of our family’s Christmas tree when the Holidays are over, and before it it dragged to the curb. He seasons each stump and transitions it into a creature significant to us in that year. Then, he cleverly inserts a penny with the year’s date into the base of each little sculpture to document its year.
Today we have a collection of thirty-two sculptures. Until the end of the year, each week I’ll be posting photos of the carvings that I haven’t previously posted, until we are caught up to the stump from last year’s tree.
Each carving is precious to us. I hope you will enjoy them.
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.
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:)
This Christmas tree stump carving pays homage to the brave little salamander on loan from our eldest’s fifth grade classroom…
Brutus was a popular class pet and in great demand, so students signed up for the honor of bringing the little guy home on weekends to salamander sit. Brutus spent one VERY LONG weekend at our house. It seems that our cats were simply taken with him. My husband and I repeatedly moved Brutus’ aquarium tank from shelf to shelf in ascending order to dissuade the cats. Just when we thought it was safe to turn out the lights and turn in, commotion in the living room brought us back downstairs in time to witness a full-on attempted salamander assault. No matter where we placed the tank, the cats found a way to harass Brutus. In the end, Brutus was forced to spend the rest of his visit behind locked doors, while the kitties stalked just outside.
I imagine that the fifth grade classroom never looked so good to one shaken-up salamander come Monday morning. This adventure marked the very last class pet vacation at our house.
In 1990 my husband befriended a squirrel who greeted him every evening after work. This little squirrel is commemorated here in this Christmas Tree stump carving. His name is Napoleon.
This Christmas tree carving honors a little starfish that fascinated our eldest, summer of 1988.
This is Greta, after Greta Garbo. The memory of our Christmas tree from 1987 lives on. Just like the memory of Greta.
This is Geba Geba. A memorial to a snail that lived in our fish tank in 1986. One day he just disappeared. I think Diver Dan must have masterminded the plan and Miss Minerva went right along with it. These two goldfish grew in size significantly, especially after we realized that Geba Geba was no longer residing in his little shell at the bottom of the tank.