My husband did something very special for me today. First - a little family history. In the 1930's my mother's family homesteaded over 50 acres on the Slocan River, where they raised mom and her brothers and sisters. Over the years everyone moved away, and the property, called "The Old Ranch"was, on the death of my grandparents, inherited by all the siblings. It went delinquent in land taxes, and my mom ended up buying it from the surviving family members in the 1970's. She lived on it for the last few years of her life- I think she was over 70 when she moved out there. Now, this property has no electricity, running water, or dwellings. She lived in camper trailers, with propane heat and kerosene lanterns. Mom didn't drive, so one of my sisters and one of my brothers, God bless them, looked after her every need.
There are the remnants of two old hand-hewn cabins there that mom lived in as a child. One of them is almost on the edge of the river bank now, as the flooding river eats away a little of the land every spring. After mom died, the Old Ranch was put up for sale, so some of the men went out to do some clean up. While they were there, Ted gathered bits of wood from the old cabins, mostly the cedar chinking.
This is what my thoughtful, caring husband had in mind:
He wanted to make an old rugged Cross for me, as a momento of my family history, and my family's faith that my mother loved so much. He even included a nail that came from the cabin, and made it so that there are no fresh-cut ends.
It is now hanging on the wall in my office, a reminder of my mother, and also a reminder of my beloved husband. I hope to find a Corpus to fit it, and have it blessed.