That Lumber Yard Smell
The Nostalgia your looking for
I went looking for a lumber yard today....not the kind you find in the newest sections of your town, but the kind with the guys in flannel shirts just hanging around. You know, the older gray haired carpenters that your dad used to tell you about. This is the place were you step out of your truck and onto a wooden walkway that leads to the front door of the place and oh yeah the doors are made of wood too, not one of those automatically opening ones made of glass and steel. When you step through that front door the floor continues to be wood and covered sometimes with traces of sawdust that those old gray haired guys brought in. The conversations that you catch at the front counter and down the isles have to do with the latest project or tool and the smell of the place brings back memory's of you and your first woodsmithing teacher and trip to the halls of lumber and tools.
I found it!
The place I went to today had most of what my memory and ideal's tell me should be there. I walked in the door and several guys who work there were absorbed in late morning conversation, but one was quick to come help me. He gave me time to articulate what I needed and lead me to the right place. He wasn't impatient and seemed genuinely interested in what I was doing and was quite helpful. I am really a fool for a tool so I felt right a home looking around at all they had. They actually have a lighted level now....very cool. Also they have one of the best ship auger bits I've ever used and it is made by a company called Irwin...hopefully I'll need one, (this means work is picking up). Yep sure as heck they have the wooden pencils, the glue, the table saw and a whole wall of hammers and tools of every wood cutting and measuring sort. I've got to tell ya again...I felt right a home:)
Guess what
The next time I need something, guess where I'm going...that's right, I going to the lumber yard where the old gray haired guys hang out. To where the sawdust is on the floor and the men behind the counter know everything there is to know about wood but don't act like it. I'll walk in the door and breath deep, nothing in the world smells quite like fresh wood and sawdust. It isn't any wonder that the very builder of the universe itself, was a carpenter.
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Mr. Greg... my nostrils burn with the rich smell of fresh wood from this excellent piece of writing! it made me really want to be there. blessed be the Carpenter!
The title of your hub hooked me first. Then I really liked how you wrote about the men who worked at the lumber yard.
My grandfather was a carpenter so his house always had that fresh saw dust smell. It drifted up from his basement work shop into his kitchen. I couldn't get enough of it. Glad to hear the men were helpful. I know my grandfather would've been glad to help you too if he'd been there. Voted UP and awesome!
