Saturday, March 3, 2012

The Inheritance

Some inheritances are wonderful.  Money is nice.  Sentimental family pieces such as arrowheads from Mexico or the rolling pin that was a shower gift to Grandma back in 1944.  Others are a little more difficult to deal with, but still wonderful.

One of our sons will inherit our fountain.  Which one?  I don't know.  They will have to figure that out. 

I have been thinking about our fountain ever since I posted the photos of Benbug playing in it.  When we asked our good friend, Mark Heisel, (Cornet Man) if he would build a fountain for us, we had no idea how much the little ones would love it.  Mark is a very talented artist and stone sculptor.  He and his wife, Linda, who is also an artist and sculptor (our Accordion Lady) are the owners of Spring Creek Stone.

We love his artwork and are so fortunate that he agreed to build the fountain for us.  


The base of the fountain takes shape.

 The first test.  What will the water look like?


The delivery day finally arrived.

The bottom rock weighs 720 pounds!

Setting the cap rock.

The first water bubbles out of the top.

Mark has his artwork on display in many places.  The Cathedral of the Soul  San Mateo, California.

And now the real test. 

This is pretty cool, grandma.

 What else is a fountain for besides playing with your toys in the water?

And getting wet.

Cousin's party

Yes, we have lights for the fountain.

Now, the youngest grandson is getting his turn at the fountain.  He can't believe that his grandparents actually allow him to get wet and play in it.  Is this for real? 

Plus, it's also a good place to get a drink on a hot day.

We have had only one real crisis with the fountain.  We have always worried that someone would trip and fall and crack their head on the fountain.  But, that has never happened.

The crisis was the day of one of our biggest events, David and Julie's wedding.  Just look at that cute little flower girl.  So innocent. A little angel in white.

This cute, sweet little flower girl, took sand from the sandbox and dumped it in the fountain.  A lot of sand.  Poor Retired Mountain Man just about had the big one!  We had to turn off the fountain during the wedding.  

Imagine.  The idea of taking sand and mixing it with some really cool water in a fountain and playing with it?  

It still works.

We have told our two sons that when we are dead and gone and they get ready to sell this place, the fountain is not for sale.  It does not go with the property.

One of them has to move the fountain to his yard.  They can draw straws or whatever to decide which one gets it.  It is part of their inheritance.

The fountain stays in the family.  


Linda said...

Sweet post Connie.

Julie said...

I shudder to think of that the property ever leaving Burkhart hands. I hope we can work hard enough and plan well enough that it isn't ever given up. That beautiful fountain belongs right there trickling away .... telling the amazing story of the place and the good times seen there .... to the happiness of the future generations.

DJB said...

It is one of a kind and we will make sure it stays in the family forever.

Julie said...

Great post Connie!
It is funny that this post came when it did.... David and I were just "gushing" over the fountain and trying to figure out how to approach Mark with the idea of building one for the island in our yard. We had decided to wait because we don't want to insult Mark with what we could pay for one right now. The piggie isn't ripe for smashing yet.
It is by far the most beautiful and honest fountain I have ever loved. It is a shame that our wedding photographer missed so many opportunities, such as that one.