Every once in a while a soul slips in and out of our lives without much fan fare. We enjoy each other for a time, then we go our separate ways. It's not a like/dislike situation. Just a simple matter of time and place. When that person adds art to your life they stay with you in your home and in your stories. Such is the case of Bill McNae. We first met him at the Coupeville Water Festival, where he was showing children how to whittle. I asked him if he gave lessons, as it turned out he was teaching a class for Home Connections that year. We didn't belong to the group, but Bill worked it out for A.J. and Grace to join the class. Both of them enjoyed themselves. A.J. thrived at wood carving. Creating a lovely sail boat. Grace struggled with whittling, but Bill wouldn't let that discourage her. Having her carve pictures into shingles and teaching her about plate carving. Each an art in their own right. Yesterday I read that Mr. McNae has passed away. He leaves a legacy of art and history that those around Whidbey Island see often. He contributed to several totem poles and wood sculptures on the island. For our home, his legacy is one of appreciation for the ability to make art with our own hands. The things that A.J. and Grace made are displayed in my kitchen. When I see them I think of that little class in the wood heated shop of a delightful man, who recognized that in order for these talents to be discovered, they had to be taught. Thank you Mr. McNae for bringing the art of creating beauty out of the ordinary into our home. Rest in peace, good sir.