My father was a geologist.
And with every trip and every car ride and every journey to a new state or mountain range or coastline, it was inevitable that he would excitedly exclaim and point and swerve the car to the edge of the road to show us an outcropping.
Or layer of shale.
Or a metamorphic or an igneous or a sedimentary rock.
And with great protests and eye rolls and shared glances, we would all stop what we were doing and begrudgingly listen to the rock lecture.
With an extra helping of grudgingly.
He would map out those journeys and geologic explorations and sedimentary rock patterns in great detail.
And when he passed away we found his painstakingly drawn maps covered with notations and arrows and explanations tucked away in the attic.
Just looking at those maps brings back a road trip like it was yesterday.
I can hear his voice.
I can see his enthusiasm.
I can feel his heart beating in every line.
And that’s where those maps were destined to stay, gathering dust in someone’s attic.
A lifetime of work keeping company with old boxes of clothes and broken-down furniture.
Until my sister found them.
And remembered the legacy.
She took one of the maps that had been tucked away in a box.
And from that single solitary map she clipped and cut and shaped and formed these Scandinavian stars for each one of us.
A traditional Scandinavian Christmas decoration.
A symbol of cheer and good luck.
Each a piece of art.
Each a beautiful creation in its own right.
And that would have been an amazing present all on its own. But when you place the stars together something incredible happened.
You could see the rest of the journey.
You could see the path our father traveled.
A little piece of those long-ago road trips…..
…..with a heartbeat in every line. 🙂
PS If you want to create a keepsake from something on your own journey, here’s instructions to make your own.
PPS This is installment number 1 in the handmade Christmas present series.
I’m just getting started. 🙂