Bryan Jeppson
Tuesday November 10th 2009, 9:11 pm
Filed under: Family,Non-Knitting

Yesterday, after part of our kids’ old bunk bed got picked up as a nice wooden bedframe for someone else, the last piece to go out the door, I was reminiscing to my daughter about the bunk beds we had in our family when I was a kid.

There were two, identical, one in the boys’ room and one in the younger girls’ room (meaning mine.)  There was the bedframe, and then there were wooden slats (not that those guitar necks reminded me of them or anything), connected by a fabric connector piece to either side, like sets of thick Venetian blinds running the length under the mattresses.

Our older brother, when he got mad, would run down the stairs to their room, lie on his lower bunk, and kick upwards at those slats.

Which is why one night Bryan rolled over in his sleep and innocently fell down on his big brother who was out cold below him.  Justice was served.

…That’s the thing about sisters, they tell tales on you all your life, you can never get away from it. Heh.

SO.  (Ahem.)

Bryan was at a show last week, selling his handmade guitars, and I just wanted to show him off a bit. Said the justifiably very proud older sister. He does *nice* work.

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Gee, why are you so generous with your compliments? Nice?


A Sunday school teacher said to her children, “We have been learning how powerful kings and queens were in Bible times. But, there is a higher power. Can anybody tell me what it is?” One child blurted out, “Aces!”

Comment by Don Meyer 11.10.09 @ 9:25 pm

Okay, Don, how about: nice enough that someone once said to one of her friends, You’ve GOT to come hear this guy. He’s good!

That friend did so, and the result is, she’s now my much-adored sister-in-law.

Comment by AlisonH 11.10.09 @ 9:32 pm

wow I don’t know guitars but I do know wood and craftsmanship and that is first rate work … I would have one in my house as art – but then of course my conscience would make me learn how to play to really appreciate it – just what I need another hobby – will admire from afar instead 😀

Comment by rho 11.10.09 @ 10:32 pm

Stunning! Works of art both visually and no doubt musically!

Comment by LynnM 11.11.09 @ 2:20 am

Congratulations to your brother for his super work!

As for the sister thing: they also know things parents don’t and, in most case, will remember long enough to be able to tell them when you think they forgot about them. hihihi

Comment by Suzanne in Mtl 11.11.09 @ 6:28 am

Siblin’s…gotta love ’em. I so loved the bed story. It brought back so many memories of my younger brother and his antics.
Have a great day!

Comment by Toni Smoky-Mountains 11.11.09 @ 6:42 am

I’m thinking “nice” is a bit of an understatement…
but it’s about as good a compliment as I’d give my brother, so I guess it’s right…

Comment by Sandra 11.11.09 @ 6:42 am

Oh, wow! We all know that petting yarn is perfectly acceptable, to be expected, even. When I look at those guitars, I just want to pet wood! (And me, I’m a keyboard gal, not a guitarist.)

Comment by Barbara-Kay 11.11.09 @ 6:59 am

Beautiful. Truly amazing! I know nothing about guitars, but I know a bit about wood and craftmanship, and… wow.

Comment by Channon 11.11.09 @ 7:41 am

My daughter’s daybed has the same kind of frame, the slats with the fabric running between. The guitars are really beautiful–wouldn’t one look good hanging on the wall of a totally non-musical person. You come from a family of real talent.

Comment by sherry in idaho 11.11.09 @ 7:56 am


Comment by TripletMom 11.11.09 @ 8:07 am

Ooh, beautiful guitars! And I laughed at the story of your sister-in-law– guitars get the chicks! (Says the woman with a guitar-playing husband.)

The bunk beds remind me of those farwaway days when I had the top bunk and my sister had the bottom one. I used to kick the ceiling when I was sent protesting to ‘take a nap’ (at the time I didn’t understand that it was mom who needed a rest). Then one day I put my foot through the ceiling. Ooh, the trouble I was in.

Fortunately for the ceiling (not to mention my sister’s likelihood of living to adulthood), my parents built an addition not too long after that, and I got my own room.

Comment by RobinH 11.11.09 @ 8:25 am

Yes, the slats. Fortunately, we were able to retire the bunkbed from everyday use before anyone actually went through them.

And yes, ugly instruments can sound beautiful, and beautiful instruments can sound awful, so it’s great when they sound good and look just as good.

Comment by LauraN 11.11.09 @ 10:01 am

Those are the most beautiful guitars I’ve ever seen.

Comment by Diana Troldahl 11.11.09 @ 1:56 pm

That’s very, very cool (the show, not the ratting out your brother). And boy, do you ever look alike!

Comment by Lene 11.11.09 @ 9:19 pm

What you need to do is start a memory book. and by that I mean you get a nice, quality hardcover notebook and put the foollowing instuctions in it: Turn to a new page and put in a memory, oberservation, whatever that you think the rest of the family might enjoy or find interesting.

Examples I have seen include “what was I doing when…Armstrong landed on the moon, the space shuttle blew up etc,” newspaper articles relevant to the family. (liek the article my hubbie wrote when he was 10 for the local little newspaper) and memories (like the slat kicking)

Just keep passing the book around the family, even if you have contributed once, you can contribute again. Often reading something from another family memeber triggers something else….and at the end, you have a lovely memory book

Comment by Carol 11.14.09 @ 9:10 am

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