It seems I have always been around people with tools in their hands. I have early memories of my dad and the older sons and sons-in-law tearing down our old barn. Wouldn’t I love to have the lumber from that 1920’s era structure? But that would have been 1964 and at that time the idea of saving it was not even on the horizon. I remember too just a very few years later when our front porch was enclosed. At one point during the process I asked my dad if I could have some scraps to “build something”. I was told there are no scraps till this job is done. It made no sense at the time but I thought about it the other day when I saw a comment by one of you guys that read “there are no scraps, just stock for making small parts”.
And I remember being about 10 years old and in my dad’s pallet shop. He let me stand on a milk crate in front of the RAS. I had my hand on the handle and the other on the work piece. My dad put his hands over mine. My thumb was too short to reach the switch so he had to turn the saw on for me. With his hands guiding mine I made my first cut. After what seemed like hours (but in fact, only a few minutes) he switched off the saw. He then did what Norm would call “taking a few minutes to talk about shop safety”. To this day I treat my RAS with respect…and I miss my dad.
I have done the odd carpentry project, finished out a garage, built a deck, replaced a window… all the things we do to keep the place up. As my friend Charlie S says, “anyone who does not have enough nerve to attack a $5,000.00 pile of lumber with a circular saw probably should not own their own house anyway”. My enthusiasm has often out run my skill level. So now I have started really working on developing the skills to do some solid wood working. I don’t aspire to be great at it…or earn a living at it… I just want to turn out stuff that makes my wife smile.
Thanks for having me.
-- Tim P. Calhoun GA. If traffic is passing you on the right, YOU ARE IN THE WRONG DAMN LANE.