Wooden grave markerMy dad passed away in 2012 and was buried in the local cemetery.
The soil was very rocky where they dug the grave, and among the soil they dug up was a rock that sort of looked like it could be a natural gravestone. We hadn't yet ordered a gravestone, so I had the idea to ask the backhoe operator, as he was filling the hole, to position that big rock as a temporary headstone.
My mom ended up liking that stone, and I'm sure my dad would have liked it too, but one family member was concerned that this might look too poor, and that a "proper" stone should be procured.
So I figured if I made a nice wooden grave marker, that would pre-empt the argument and make for a relatively unique and fitting monument. It would also be very fitting because my dad had made a living with cabinet making for the latter half of his life.
At left, my brother installing a temporary marker the day after the burial.
This is where Europe and North America differ substantially. Wooden grave markers are not that uncommon in Europe, because a grave site is leased and will eventually be dug up so that somebody else can be buried there. As such, a grave marker doesn't need to last forever. But here, burial plots are bought, and the idea is that the grave is there to stay. So a grave marker should last forever, which is why they are all made of stone. Graveyards are full of 100-year old graves. I figure this grave marker only needs to last 30 years. In 30 years, my mom will be 100 years old, so the whole issue will likely need revisiting before then.
First name carved, and rearranging the blocks on my letter carrier to form "Wandel". My letter carrier was not quite wide enough to put "Winfried Wandel" in it all at once, but doing it as two parts allowed me to reuse some of the letter blocks.
I wanted the letters to show up black, and I figured the best way to blacken them was to burn the surface of the wood. That way, there would not be any risk of paint peeling off. So I used a torch to burn the letters. I used the extra hot MPS gas, figuring that way I could char the surface faster without burning the wood too deep. I also moistened the flat surface of the wood, hoping that would cause it to burn less.
I wasn't very happy with the result. I had to plane fairly deep to get all the surface charring off. The edges were burned enough to make the letter look a little wobbly, yet the bottom of the grooves were still unburned.
As an aside, people always like the idea of "your father taught you well", and that knowledge is passed down that way. But there was never any explicit teaching. So much of what I "know" is stuff I thought of and tried out. The same goes for my dad, he was a completely self-taught woodworker. This is an example where trying something didn't quite work. I usually test an idea before trying it, and the method had worked adequately for a single groove that I milled and burned, but for the more intricate shapes, it didn't work as well.
Checking the layout on the floor, with the initial lettering. I had already cut out a second horizontal piece at that time, but that left me short of material for the back, so I had to go and buy more lumber.
I had some leftover scraps of sheet metal roofing from my shed project, so I used some of that to make a metal roof for the grave marker. Here I'm setting up to cut that to size using a sheet metal cutting sawblade in my table saw.
I wasn't sure how well this would work. It was tempting to install the guard, but the kerf of the blade was too narrow for the saw's splitter. So I attached a board above the blade to hopefully catch some of the sparks
In the background, my initial lettering attempt cut out into a rectangular sign.
I wasn't sure about painting the letters and figured just the profile would be good, but mom said she'd prefer if the letters to be darker.
So I spray painted the lettering, using leftover paint from making my dust photographing contraption, which was another article I was working on at the time.
The hand plane was still perfectly sharp from filming my hand plane sharpening for barbarians video, despite repeatedly slamming it down on my cast iron table saw. I don't usually treat my planes like that, and I slammed it down quite a few times until I was happy with the video, but it didn't dull the blade any --- the plane left the surface smooth as silk.
For mounting the grave marker, I cut some T-shaped profiles between the layers of the post. The idea was to drive two pieces of T-profile steel fence posts into the ground, then slip the grave marker on top of that. That way, none of the wood from the grave marker ends up in the ground. Wooden structures always rot where the wood enters the ground, and this way, none of the grave marker would actually be in the ground.
The picture here shows me just finishing the flat part of the cut.
By the time I made my next trip to my mom, there was snow on the ground. Here's pounding the T-shaped steel rods into the ground. I used two pieces of wood, both with a slot cut into them to act as an alignment guide and keep the bars parallel and correctly spaced as I pounded them in.
Except that the alignment guide didn't work as well as I had hoped. It looks straight enough in the picture, but by the time I pounded them in far enough, they went all crooked, deflected by rocks in the ground, and the fact that the end of the rods was slightly curved because I didn't start with a straight piece!
After several attempts, got them in the ground straight enough and parallel enough.
My initial hope had been to just slide the grave marker onto the ends of the rods, but that was kind of hopeless at this point, especially with the ends of the rods slightly widened from repeated pounding. So I assembled the post around the bars instead.
It looked kind of messy with all the dirty trampled snow all around it...
I like how the natural stone right behind the cross makes it look more substantial.
A relative from Germany said surely, the Christmas after my dad had passed would have been a sad one. Maybe we are a callous bunch, but it was one of the best Christmases in a long time. My sister came with her kids, which she had not been able to for some time, and it was good company. (see here and here). My dad had very much disengaged from activity around him in the last three years, so he had, in spirit, been absent for the previous years already. Twice before, in 2010 and summer of 2012 the family was asked to gather at the hospital, but in the end, he died suddenly but peacefully in his own home. Now that he has passed, it's easier to remember him for the man he once was, rather than the man he had become in his last few years.
I was hoping with several layers of wood perservative that mom put on it, that it would keep the cedar colour longer. The wood has grayed, but it still looks fine.
Some of my dad's
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