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My father, as a boy, had a musical box, a small plain square box with a little handle on the top and a picture stuck on the underside.
It played an old Music Hall tune called “Hold your Hand Out, You Naughty Boy”.
Strange as it may seem, I have yet to find the sheet music for this although I expect I could search the web and buy it from somewhere.
Well my brothers and I used to have hours of fun with this although it was always put away afterwards, out of reach.
“It’s not a toy” he would say, but the truth is he did not want it damaged.
When his first grandchild arrived it was lovingly passed on.
There were more grandchildren to follow, but only one musical box.
I therefore thought it would be nice to make a few more of these to ‘keep in family’ so to speak. Well, rather than the plain little Victorian box, I designed a ‘box’ as a small harp, an exact scale model of a harp I had built some 30 years ago. However it took weeks of work and I only finished two models before giving up. My nephews and nieces were having offspring faster than I could build them!
So a new plan was to make something simpler to manufacture.
A production line of small Barrel Organs.
The making of the little barrel organs required quite a lot of fretwork. Now although I have a ‘go-faster’ electric model I much prefer to use a hand fretsaw.
I still have a number of my father’s carpentry tools including his “Hobbies” fretsaw and all the side frames for the organ cart (16 off - painted red) were cut out with his old saw.
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Using it, takes me back to the days when Dad made all our toys. After the war toys were hard to come by and quite expensive. The earliest I remember, was an alphabet of wooden letters, about 2” high, cut out of ¼” ply. It must have taken him ages and maybe a few broken blades. As there was only one of each letter, we learnt the alphabet but could only make up short words with no repeat letters.
I can also remember “tumbling acrobats”. A small jointed figure, hanging by his arms from a twisted bit of string between two rods. Squeezing the rods together caused the string to unwind and the little figure flew round!
Batch production on the organs continued and the above picture shows the organs and carts having had a 'lick of paint'. I have to admit I cheated and bought the wheels ready made. They came a horrible colour and I had to give them a coat of yellow paint.
Here is a couple of pics of the finished Musical Boxes.
They took me four weeks to make (all eight) with the slowest part being the painting. I had to wait 24 hours between coats. They have now all gone to good homes.
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And a close up of one of them. I put their initials on each one so that they didn't get them mixed up.
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Originally posted on Tracker-bar in March 2009.
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How wonderful, what amazing treasures to have!
ReplyDeleteWow! Only 4 weeks to make such perfect little things? What a show of dedication too. They are absolutely marvellous, Unc. I do hope they were appreciated. To give something so unique, personal and handmade is the absolute best present you could give.
ReplyDeleteI must put up a pic of my hand made violin, made by Foody - at an evening class I hasten to add. Not from a kit though.
Thank you Von. They were all very pleased with their unique presents.
ReplyDeleteHi Foody,
I thought you ere going to say you remembered me posting this last March. :)
I should have made more actually, as the number of 'great nieces and nephews' increases every year.
A 'hand made violin'!
You haven't mentioned this hidden talent before. I have heard of people building their own guitars at night school, .....but a violin. That is fantastic.
Yes, you must show us.
I'm in love with those baby barrel organs Uncle. They are beautifully made and I have space for one of them if you like to name your price.
ReplyDeleteIt would look so good on my unit!
They are so lovely, such detailed work. That reminds me of the dolls house my Dad made for me. The house itself was a kit but he made all the furniture out of wood.
ReplyDeleteOh Uncle, you are so clever and these are just adorable. How lucky your family are to have these delightful mementoes, which I've no doubt will be passed down through the generations.
ReplyDeleteAs well as the "grest neices" I trust your unofficial nieces will also be lucky enough to receive one LOL
My Dad made me a dolls house when I was about 10 years old, which I still have.
Hi DD:
ReplyDeleteI'm flattered to know that you would like one, but I'm afraid that was a 'limited edition' of eight.
You see I made them in a batch using jigs and templates which I no longer have. Sorry. :(
Hi Cherie:
And thanks. Fathers did make thing for their children years ago. I often wonder if the Dads of today still do?
Hi Kath:
I hope they do get passed down, for some years at least. They do after all play tunes and are meant to be played.....carefully. :o)
Being boys, we had a Noah's Ark with animals and later on ...a farm house, probably with the same animals. :)
Oh its ok, Uncle - I appreciate that you did not keep the templates. I'll go without but if you would like to give me all the recipents addresses I might take up burglary.
ReplyDeleteI have the very much treasured hold your hand out you naughty boy music box, and my son and daughter have very much treasured barrel organs.I am sure they will be passed down further through the family although whether my two will want to part with them even when they are older..... who knows! ( making sure I lock the windows in case they address gets out!!!)
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I'm afraid there are none with homes in the West Country DD. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd Amy is going to lock all her windows. :)
Foiled again. :)
Over and over again I find myself fascinated by your stories, Bernard, and the word 'beautiful' keep running through my mind when I look at the many colourful unusual photographs, song sheets, cartoons, postcards you upload.
ReplyDeleteThe organs you made are beautiful and I think you're wonderfully creative and clever. I know the miniature organs are going to be appreciated, but no-one would have appreciated one more than me. Why is it that the most desirable is the most unattainable? xx