My Museum

Dad made this family tree from scraps of wood and fallen dead branches from Cavite when he attended the church retreat last April. He carved our names on these recycled blocks of wood. Making something out of scrap.  Notice my name second from the top (being the eldest child), still single? That will change.

Dad made this wooden horse for the nephews a few months back from the trunk of a neighbor's tree. He always comes up with something very creative recycling something that many would already consider scrap and junk. I'll be featuring his works now and then here.

My dad happened to find a withered coconut shell one time he was out walking to church and his ingenuity kicked in. He took it home, cut it in half, put a latch on it, polished it, finished it up with varnish and turned it into an odd shaped mini chest with the verse Matt. 6: 18-19. I loved it the first time I saw it and asked him if I could have it. So now, the “once” dull, dry, worthless coconut shell being kicked around in the street by passersby has become the keeper of my bead earrings, a masterpiece from a creative mind.