Brian,
I was not quite 5 years old when after the Queens Coronation street party in June 1953 I was taken to stay with my Grandparents on the Isle of Wight. He was retired Navy (Ships carpenter/Mate) from WW1 and RNVR (WW2) and bought a house in Ryde, 15 minutes walk from the sea.
He was very handy with a chisel and plane and made loads of stuff from old railway sleepers! Solid Oak and covered with tar, but amazing carvings, I would almost live in his shed all that summer and just watch him wood carving. I stayed there for 8 weeks as my younger sister was due to be born (I never remember my Mum with a bump!, )
One Sunday the Model Yachts were all out on the boating lake on Ryde Esplanade and the sailors running around with long sticks with hooks on them, they seemed absolutely massive to me and I loved them, even helped push a couple away from hitting the banks. I was smitten and asked Grandad if we could make one.
"We'll start with something smaller" he said,"What would you like?"……….."a Galleon", I said. So out came another chunk of railway sleeper, he sharpened up a couple of shortened chisels and taught me how to use them. I was 5 and you could have shaved with these things!!!, My Dad, who'd brought news of my new sister and also my pain of a 3 year old brother, was horrified in case I cut myself….."Are they sharp" he asked…"Of course they are, you can't carve wood with blunt chisels" Grandad said smugly, "Won't he cut himself"…..My Dad cried, thinking his father had gone mad, "Not if he does it the way I say, he won't, and if he does, it'll be a good clean cut and he'll never use one wrong again!.
It took me weeks of hard graft to carve that Galleon, he never sanded any of his carvings. I still remember him saying things like "Both hands behind the cutting edge, and let them see the chisel marks just make them smaller near the end" He'd take a handfull of shavings and polish the wood with them, then a dab of beeswax, it shone, and no varnish.
With bits of cut up bed sheet for sails and three masts, we sailed my Galleon alongside the big yachts at the end of August. The Sailors came over and asked Grandad about the little 12 inch ship and he told them "Ask him, he made it".. I've never been so proud of anything in my life.
The ship stayed on his mantlepiece for years as I grew up and when he passed away in 1970, I asked if I could have some of his carvings, nutcrackers, Hand shaped bookends, which I still have today, but no-one ever knew what happened to that Galleon. It probably looked a right mess but to me it was a marvel and I have been a modeller ever since. (And taught hundreds of kids how to carve)…..By the way, I have never cut myself with a chisel……Thanks Grandad.
RON.