Shop Is for Boys
by Brenda Davis Harsham
I’ll tell you a secret.
When I was a girl,
shop class was for boys.
They sawed, hammered
and sanded birdhouses.
In place of shop,
I learned to make a roux
and divide recipes by two.
I pretended not to be
jealous, but I was.
One steamy summer,
I signed up for sculpture.
I wanted to carve.
I wanted to weld.
I wanted to create
structures taller than me.
I started with wood —
four glued-together,
two-inch-thick boards of
heavy mahogany.
The bandsaw looked big
enough to slice off my arm.
But I carved off corners
as if I knew what to do.
I chiseled, swinging
my mallet with arms that
grew stronger every day.
My gouge released curls of wood.
The scent of fresh wood
intoxicated.
The belt sander screamed
like death itself. My bird took
shape as I sweated,
stopping to look from all sides.
My teacher told me what to buy,
how to assemble, how to reduce,
to scrap away, to reveal.
I treasure my bird,
my sculpture,
even though it’s smaller than me.
To me, it symbolized
my trying to fly —
a girl woodworking,
finally taking tools
meant for others
and owning them.
The boys made
birdhouses.
I made a bird.
AUTHOR’S PHOTO CAPTION: Photograph from college, a few months after carving the bird.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I’ve always liked to build and create. Once I wasn’t forced to strictly follow recipes as I was in Home Economics (the alternative to shop), I realized that creation is part of cooking, too. Now I’m grateful that I can make a roux. I’ve always wanted to take another sculpture class, but I have never found time.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Brenda Davis Harsham lives and works in New England. Her poetry and prose has been published in on-line literary websites or journals including Silver Birch Press, The Writing Garden, and The Paperbook Collective. One of her poems won First Place in NY Literary Magazine’s Awake Best Poetry Contest and is forthcoming in NY Literary Magazine’s Awake anthology. Another poem is forthcoming in the Best of Today’s Little Ditty Anthology.
I loved this.
Thank you, Neil.
What fun to see your poem here, Brenda! I found that home economics had too many rules too, and was happy that by the time my daughter was in high school, she could take shop instead and use the skills that really enticed her. Your bird is beautiful, and the story of it makes me smile.
Hi Linda, Do you have a poem here, too? I’ll look for you. Thanks for admiring my bird. You would not believe the ribbing I’ve taken for it. LOL
It feels like it could be a whole new career, Brenda! I will have a prose poem there, but they haven’t told me when yet. I’m excited!
Congrats to you! I hope I’ll see it.
Awesome!
Reblogged this on Friendly Fairy Tales and commented:
Another of my poems was published this morning by Silver Birch Press. And I’m listening to Muddy Waters. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c0_eRVroLqs Life is good. I hope you have a magical Halloween tomorrow. Be safe!
Thanks, Laurie! And thanks Melanie for publishing my poem here. I reblogged, and I hope my other readers will stop by.
I took shop in the days when it was boys only. Of course, I still can’t make a roux 🙂
A roux is good for so many things — gravy, gumbo, cream soups, cheese sauces. Woodworking has so many uses, too. I like being able to use a whisk and a mallet. 🙂
Wonderful. And that bird looks as though it adores you!
I love that perspective. These days it adores my kids. 🙂
your bird, and your poem are both lovely and free, brenda )
Thanks, Beth. The world is a more embracing place in some ways. They are well worth celebrating. I still want to learn to weld.
Very inspiring, to all little girls and big girls alike. Girl power!
Dream big and stretch your wings!
Dream big!