During WWII, Grandfather spent the war years doing alternative service as part of CPS at a camp in Sideling Hill, MD.

Traveling past on 68 West I think of him and his time here, the struggles he shared with me, the back injury that later led him to seek a different kind of carpentry and so begin his journey into wood inlay.

I am reminded again that often creativity and the joy of discovering what one is purposed to do arises out of brokenness and struggle.

It is with a deep sense of gratitude and gratefulness that I pass through the glowing gap in the mountains towards whatever awaits me on the other side.

Thank you, dear ones, for your support and presence with us on this amazing journey.

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