My Dad was a steamfitter by trade. But later in life he recognized some latent God-given talents in metal sculpture. When I was in high school, we did a "father and son art show" together. I'll never forget that... because I sold more work than he did! Tsk...Tsk!
Back in the mid-1990's, I asked him to make a "Gabriel" weather vane, for our garage roof. I sent a few sketches back to Wisconsin, and he came up with this design. When we moved from Vermont to South Jersey... Ol' Gabriel came along with us! Now he sits on the top of an old cabinet that I refinished. Dad went to be with the Lord in 1997... I sure miss our "late night talks" every Sunday evening on the phone. But all that I have to do is sit in the livingroom, and look up, at Gabriel... and I remember. Thanks Dad, for the memories! Daryle