Although he did not usually attend his father’s adult sculpture classes, Peter can recall one particular class. “I was about 6 years old. I do not recall why I was at Dad’s art class. Maybe Mom was out folk-dancing and Dad was stuck babysitting. Dad was floating among a dozen students, helping them with their various sculpture projects. I found one student’s project particularly interesting: he had carved two halves of a large wooden mold, like an Egyptian mummy casket, and I could see the human figure the mold was designed to create. The student described to Dad his plan to tie the two mold halves together with rope and pour in concrete. Dad advised him to use wire or cable, but the student already had the rope in hand and was sure it would be fine, so he wrapped the mold tightly many times and began pouring in heavy concrete. Everything was going well and the mold was getting full when the extreme pressure caused the rope to creak and stretch alarmingly. A gap formed between the two mold halves through which I’m guessing 200 pounds of wet concrete slowly poured out onto the floor. Nothing could be done to stop the flow. Next a mad race began as a half dozen people tried to get the mess cleaned up before it dried to the floor. I found it all very entertaining.”

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