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Happy Father’s Day!

June 15, 2013

Drawings, Journal

Lloyd’s dad had some foot surgery recently, so they are companions in pain. Raise a glass of pain killers to each other, gentlemen!

My own dad is doing well, and to go back and answer my Mom’s question about toys, let me show you a terrible ipad drawing of my childhood bed.

In the parsonage where I grew up, one of the back bedrooms had two closets. I guess it was the master bedroom? My sister and I shared it and my dad designed and built an awesome floor-to-ceiling bunk bed that divided the room and gave us each our own space.

My sister’s side was called Keren’s Kave. She had the lower bunk, some drawers, and I think mirrored tiled on at least one side of the top. When she went to college my brother Mark moved in, he was the drum major for the marching band and he would wear headphones and practice his directing in those mirror tiles. I could tell the beat of the music by his breathing.

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On my side it was Lauren’s Loft. It was fantastic! I used a Holly Hobbie sleeping bag instead of a blanket. I kept an umbrella up there so when I was done reading at night I could reach out with it and hit the light switch on the wall. I kept an envelope taped to the top brace by the ceiling so I could hide money.

The top of the ladder was built so I wouldn’t roll out. My cat would climb the ladder to sleep with me and the first time she did I almost screamed at the scrabble-scrabble of her claws on the ladder.

I had two drawers underneath but the middle space was open. I would set it up like a little dollhouse for the cat, complete with bedside lamps made from chess pawns and toothpaste caps.

I also had mirror tile on one side, and I would stare often at the weird little girl in there. She was creepy.

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Thanks for the cool bed, Dad!

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Lauren Sommerer is a preschool teacher who likes to build prototypes, grow cats, cook things once, save money, reduce, reuse and recycle.

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5 Responses to “Happy Father’s Day!”

  1. Beth Said on:

    Speaking of cool beds (and THAT one, Pastor Hofman, is simply amazing!), I’m wanting something for Tim’s room…

    Need a July project, Lauren? 😀

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  2. Peggy Said on:

    That bed is AWESOME! It’s a bed it’s a playhouse. It’s both!

    I wouldn’t mind having a cool bed like that now. I’d call it Peggy’s Place.

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  3. Brad Said on:

    Mine would be Brad’s Bunk
    …or should it be Brad’s Brunk?

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  4. Mark Said on:

    Sis, the question mark area on Keren’s side, in the middle, and on your side were cork panels for use as a bulletin board. Keren’s side had two sets of mirrors, one on each end. She didn’t have drawers, just three cubbys. And while the ceiling light of the room lit up your bunk, she had a small flourescent tube to use as a reading light. The mattresses simply rested on a wood panel.

    The end opposite the “hallway” was closed off by two sets of movable shelves that were originally in the closets.

    What is so amazing about this piece of furniture is how intricately all the pieces came together, from floor all the way up to the ceiling, to both divide the room and function as an integrated piece of furniture.

    The window on Keren’s side faced the side of the church. I vividly remeber two dreams I had when I had that side. One was very good, but not for this post. The other was that I woke up in the middle of the night to see Bigfoot staring through the window at me, showing his/its teeth. I was so terrified I was paralyzed and couldn’t even yell. Words came out of my mouth in a hoarse whisper. I kept tydrying to get your attention to go get dad, but to no avail. When I really did wake up, I couldn’t go back to sleep, even after I closed the curtains.

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    • Lauren Said on:

      Excellent memories! Thank you for filling in the gaps. I remember waking up once in the middle of the night and looking out the other window so I could watch the sunrise. Mom came in at some point to see what was going on, and told me that I was looking toward the west. Directional confusion came early to me.

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