One of my favorite things is something my father made by hand when he was twelve years old. I didn’t know this thing even existed during the time he was alive. Maybe it was at my grandmother’s house or it was put away so us kids couldn’t ruin it.
It’s some sort of animal he carved of mesquite, a gnarly wood that is plentiful in Texas, where he grew up.
It’s in great shape for being sixty years old.
3 inches tall by 5 1/2 inches long
What amazes me is how little carving he had to do. It is all one piece, nothing glued or pieced together. As if he found this animal already made in the tree, he just had to cut it away.
It has two eyes, a pot belly, a tail, front legs split from one branch…
Two butt cheeks, back legs, and a tail.
I don’t know what type of animal he meant it to be… a dog? horse? pig?
It never fails to fascinate me. This simple piece of mesquite that shows enormous imagination.