The RI low back chair class was a blast. The first time we teach a class it is like Homecoming Day mixed with a frat party. I can’t fully describe what it is like when all the old regulars get together. It is pandemonium. They joke with each other. They joke with the staff. We all laugh all week long.
The class went very well. There was an incredible amount of talent in the room. As usual they suggested some tweaks that will benefit the next group that does that chair. By the way, that will be September 14. I had such an over flow of people wanting into the first class that I opened a second. I was gratified that the class universally acclaimed the chair. I like it a lot. They did too. It is not only a handsome and masculine chair, it is very comfortable.
By the way, I gave some misinformation in my earlier blog. There were five Dukes of Windsor present, not three. Add HG Don Harper who teaches here, and six of the 18 Dukes were in one room. That is 1/3 of them.
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HG Ralph Quick emailed us when he got back from the class. He and his wife Caron had been selected again for the Early American Life magazine list of
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Sir Larry Wolf wasn’t at the RI Low back class, but he did email me a poem. He wrote concerning it: “A neighbor knows I make chairs and someone in her book club read this at a recent gathering. She thought I’d like it; I thought it must have been written for/about you.
I look forward to seeing you later this year at the 2 Kids chairs class. We’re due to become grandparents this July. Larry.”
The Man Who Loves Chairs By Terry Martin
The way some men need women,
He needs chairs. Sleek lines that
Curve toward clearer skies,
Arms that hold in wooden silence.
His behavior in regard to chairs
Is always correct-passionate,
But honorable. He does not approve
Of tipping forward or leaning back.
Collector of lovely things,
He owns a vast prairie of chairs,
Knows each one’s secrets. No moderation
Here. He will never have enough.
He tells you of the well-being of his,
Inquires about yours.
All decisions That count are made sitting,
Rulings final as the knife’s edge.
He sits straight-backed among them,
His legs crossed at the knee.
And what could be more right
Than for a man to live surrounded
by what he is willing to love?
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It has been a while since I included our feature A Duck Walks into a Chair Shop. We call that feature the best of chairmaker humor. The inside skinny is that chairmaker humor is pretty bad.
A Shaker chairmaker was working at his shave horse one day. (Shaker chairmakers use shave horses. No self respecting
“Let me see it,” said the wounded chairmaker. After examining the ear closely he announced. “No. That’s not my ear. Mine had a pencil behind it.”
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