In Memory of
Roy J. Mrock
1934 - 2002
My father Roy J. Mrock, a third generation woodworker, started Creative Woodworking in 1982. He continued a tradition established by his grandfather, Herman Mrock, when he came to the United States from Europe. Sadly, my father passed away Thanksgiving day 2002 after a lengthy battle with COPD. I am continuing to carry on the family tradition as a forth generation woodworker. I believe dad would be proud.
In 1997 Roy started Oakswings.com and shared his oak swings and other products with the rest of the world, and now I am starting back where he left off. The original makers of the best oak swing on the web. If you have been looking for products my father sold on his website to match other pieces you might have, over time we will be offering everything that he sold. I would like to thank all my fathers past customers for their thoughts and prayers when he passed away, and I hope to be able to supply all your outdoor furniture needs as well as my father did. Please continue to check my site regularly.
Help us remember Roy Mrock. If you purchased a product in the past, or have a similar story to the ones below, or a and remember your experience, please email us and we will post it. We would appreciate it.
Letter of Remembrance One
Hi Doug, I purchased a swing from your father about 11 years ago. I was out on my porch recently, enjoying my beautiful swing and it made me think of him. So I went to the computer to look him up. I was sorry to see that he had passed away quite a few years ago. I was glad to see that you have continued the business. I want to tell you a story about your dad that you may not be aware of. I live in Littleton, Colorado. I purchased my swing in April or May of 1999. That was right at the time of the shootings at Columbine High School, my neighborhood school. When I called to order my swing, Roy told me it would be weeks or months until I received it because he had numerous orders ahead of mine. I went ahead and ordered it, and to my surprise it arrived a short while later. I spoke to your father and he said that when he learned I was in Littleton, he moved my order to the top because of the terrible tragedy that we had just been through. I was very touched. It may have seemed like a small kindness to him, but it was huge to me. My children were just babies at the time, but my neighbor had a high schooler. He was in the school that day and thankfully survived with no physical injuries. He had been trapped in a small pantry with 16 other people for 4 hours! What most people outside of the community did not know was how many survivors were scarred emotionally if not physically. Family members were also traumatized. I spent many hours on your dad's swing talking with his mother, my friend. Those talks were very important in the healing process and your dad had a part in that. Everyone is doing well today. I just wanted to let you know and say thank you again!
P.S. The swing is holding up beautifully. I still love it!
Letter of Remembrance Two
Thanks for the reply. I do believe that the Roy I knew way back then was your Dad. And when he left Chicago, I do believe that he mentioned that he was going to head to Detroit. The military picture on your web site is a dead ringer. You are so right about him being a great guy. I valued his friendship. Let me just relate one story to you. The south side of Chicago was a tough area even back then. Your Dad and I came across a gang of about 5 guys picking on an unfortunate soul. We went over to give the guy a hand. The gang leader had a gun in his waistband and started giving us some lip as we approached. The gang closed in on us, giving us more lip service as they approached. I learned at a young age never to show the gangs that you had any fear as they were like sharks that fed on that. Obviously your Dad learned the same thing. The gang leader threw a punch at your Dad. Roy stepped away from the punch and countered with one of the meanest right crosses that I ever saw. Well Roy knocked the leader out cold. The rest of the gang took off and we helped the poor guy off the street. So somewhere there is a lucky Chicagoan walking around because your Dad saved his life. Roy was a great guy and I was lucky to have known him and even more lucky to have had him as a friend. I'll say a prayer for him and hope that I can catch him on the other side.
You take good care,