A lifelong dream of woodworking
is ready to come to fruition.
By Mike Hudson
Page 64
I stared up at the silent giant, standing twice as tall as me – polished wood, crystal-clear glass, full of brass gears and weights that seemed like gold to my young eyes. I was waiting for the top of the hour, when this sleeping giant, quiet other than the steady tick of its heartbeat, would come to life and fill the house with a cacophony of chimes and bells before returning again to its dormant state.
In Our Store: Glen D. Huey’s “Building 18th-century American Furniture” (which includes the Clock shown above). Read more










