Skybird
11-24-19, 11:45 AM
Its just a quick vidoe in dark light with an action camera. Action cams are not ideal for this kind of filming, they have different strengths.This is my christmas pyramide. Self-made. In my teen years. Its the third of three pyramides that I created back then, every new one bigger than the predecessor.
LINK (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vC8ksvabsRA)
This one has a ground plate with a diameter of 35-40cm, a height of 75cm, and it weighs around 3.5 kg. The figurines are not self-made, they were bought by my grandfather from whom I learned this (my grandparents travelled a lot in Bavaria and bought some of these figures there, mind you, it were the 70s and early 80s, such thigns were not as eaisly avialable as they are nowadays, he also sometimes bought in the CSSR and the GDR). He was was a great wood crafter and carver and turner. The axis rotates on an ordinary ball pencil tip, the bearing is a hollow ceramics marble, halved. It needed to be replaced every couple of years when we used the pyramide at home every year when I still lived with my parents, some say ceramics have no wear of friction, but they have, believe me, they just take longer time than other materials.
I do not have the space to set this thing up like it deserves, and as a matter of fact I have not set it up since over ten years, or even 15 years. I now wanted to look it up to see how it had survived the years in the basement, wrapped up in plastic sheets and a thick cardboard box. Well, as you can see, it still lives. Just the pencil tip and the ceramics would need to be replaced if I run it frequently again, there is a nick to be felt again already. But I have turned lazy. Who knows if I will ever replace it again in my life.:)
The patterns in the wall ornaments I took inspiration for from other pyramids that my grandfather made, and from those I saw on christmas markets. He used to use a machine that combined drilling and fine sawing, but I was not able to handle the wood with the needed precision on it, so I manually used a hand coping saw, which made it more time consuming, but then also more precise (in my hands at least, I was 14 or 15).
The biggest pyramide my grandfather did, had two more floors, a ground plate of 80 cm and a height of I think 1,30 or so. It was electrical, used a motor and electric candles. It weighted maybe twice as much, if not more. Unfortunately, it got lost. I would love to see it again, it was impressive. I never have seen such a beauty again, anywhere. A true masterpiece.
At home, my mum did not work in a job, but focussed on the household. She created a living, warm and comfortable home when I came back from school, the place was living and breathing and welcoming and secure, there was noise and life and our animals - birds and dogs - all were part of the family. I will be eternally thankful for that to her, forever. I get an ice cold, grim mood when i hear the carelessness with which so many progressive blokeheads and feminists today disesteem this and want mothers instead standing in the factory, becoming heroes of labour and being rewarded some socialist prize medal for it. Its so rotten. Family life, an intact home, is such a precious, irreplacable thing. It provides you with memories you can live of for a life to come, even when later, in the future, you suffer through hard times and loneliness. Its like an immunization against later hardships in your life. Our christmasses were alwayse very cozy and "gemütlich", with wonderful christmas trees and decorations, warm colours, warmth, wonderful scents in the air, and great mood. I am extremely, very extremely thankful for these memories. We had our butchies playing the christmas tree (yes, believe it , the cage doors were open 24/7), and the dogs, two dachshounds, sitting together with us on the Sundays. I admit I miss the feeling of those times. Very. Its gone. Never comes back. Irreplacable loss.
I am no big crafter myself, did only a very few things like this, but this pyramide I really take big pride in. Its without doubt the niciest thing I produced with my hands, ever. My grandfather was the specialist for these kind of things. But I am good in improvizing handcrafting solutions, were need may arise in my household. I do not have the space (nor the interest anymore) to work with woods, but back in those times, it was fine. I did a lot of martial arts back then already, and meditation training and such stuff, so I had little time left. And what then was left, went into chess.
Well, that was my teenage life. No girls and no discos back then. The first came a bit later, and the latter came never, clubs and such things were and still are not my thing. :)
Hm, I am in kind of a sad mood today, bear with me. Sorry.
LINK (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vC8ksvabsRA)
This one has a ground plate with a diameter of 35-40cm, a height of 75cm, and it weighs around 3.5 kg. The figurines are not self-made, they were bought by my grandfather from whom I learned this (my grandparents travelled a lot in Bavaria and bought some of these figures there, mind you, it were the 70s and early 80s, such thigns were not as eaisly avialable as they are nowadays, he also sometimes bought in the CSSR and the GDR). He was was a great wood crafter and carver and turner. The axis rotates on an ordinary ball pencil tip, the bearing is a hollow ceramics marble, halved. It needed to be replaced every couple of years when we used the pyramide at home every year when I still lived with my parents, some say ceramics have no wear of friction, but they have, believe me, they just take longer time than other materials.
I do not have the space to set this thing up like it deserves, and as a matter of fact I have not set it up since over ten years, or even 15 years. I now wanted to look it up to see how it had survived the years in the basement, wrapped up in plastic sheets and a thick cardboard box. Well, as you can see, it still lives. Just the pencil tip and the ceramics would need to be replaced if I run it frequently again, there is a nick to be felt again already. But I have turned lazy. Who knows if I will ever replace it again in my life.:)
The patterns in the wall ornaments I took inspiration for from other pyramids that my grandfather made, and from those I saw on christmas markets. He used to use a machine that combined drilling and fine sawing, but I was not able to handle the wood with the needed precision on it, so I manually used a hand coping saw, which made it more time consuming, but then also more precise (in my hands at least, I was 14 or 15).
The biggest pyramide my grandfather did, had two more floors, a ground plate of 80 cm and a height of I think 1,30 or so. It was electrical, used a motor and electric candles. It weighted maybe twice as much, if not more. Unfortunately, it got lost. I would love to see it again, it was impressive. I never have seen such a beauty again, anywhere. A true masterpiece.
At home, my mum did not work in a job, but focussed on the household. She created a living, warm and comfortable home when I came back from school, the place was living and breathing and welcoming and secure, there was noise and life and our animals - birds and dogs - all were part of the family. I will be eternally thankful for that to her, forever. I get an ice cold, grim mood when i hear the carelessness with which so many progressive blokeheads and feminists today disesteem this and want mothers instead standing in the factory, becoming heroes of labour and being rewarded some socialist prize medal for it. Its so rotten. Family life, an intact home, is such a precious, irreplacable thing. It provides you with memories you can live of for a life to come, even when later, in the future, you suffer through hard times and loneliness. Its like an immunization against later hardships in your life. Our christmasses were alwayse very cozy and "gemütlich", with wonderful christmas trees and decorations, warm colours, warmth, wonderful scents in the air, and great mood. I am extremely, very extremely thankful for these memories. We had our butchies playing the christmas tree (yes, believe it , the cage doors were open 24/7), and the dogs, two dachshounds, sitting together with us on the Sundays. I admit I miss the feeling of those times. Very. Its gone. Never comes back. Irreplacable loss.
I am no big crafter myself, did only a very few things like this, but this pyramide I really take big pride in. Its without doubt the niciest thing I produced with my hands, ever. My grandfather was the specialist for these kind of things. But I am good in improvizing handcrafting solutions, were need may arise in my household. I do not have the space (nor the interest anymore) to work with woods, but back in those times, it was fine. I did a lot of martial arts back then already, and meditation training and such stuff, so I had little time left. And what then was left, went into chess.
Well, that was my teenage life. No girls and no discos back then. The first came a bit later, and the latter came never, clubs and such things were and still are not my thing. :)
Hm, I am in kind of a sad mood today, bear with me. Sorry.