Charlie Brown … dad’s shadow

Very heart warming story. Good luck and welcome to LJ.

-- Adrian ..... The 11th Commandment...."Thou Shalt Not Buy A Wobble Dado"

Great story. Anything that connects us to loved ones who’ve passed on is a good thing in my book!

-- "Give me your poor tools, your tired steel, your huddled masses of rust." Yep, I ripped off the Statue of Liberty. That's how I roll!

Great story!

-- Gary - Never pass up the opportunity to make a mistake look like you planned it that way - Tyler, TX

Yes, a great story. It’s quite a tribute when a parent has that kind of influence. Welcome to LumberJocks.

-- Working at Woodworking http://www.VillageLaneFurniture.com

Thanks…that is the type of story that mades woodworking more than just making sawdust.

Teri,

I can really relate to your story. Although my Dad was a body and fender man. He too taught me about working with my hands and how to appreciate the crafts. I lost my Dad on Dec. 20th of 2007 and I know that when I am in my shop he is there also…..still helping and showing me the right way….

What a great story, thank you so much for sharing….

-- Max "Desperado", Salt Lake City, UT

So, everyone, what/who influenced you to take up woodworking?

-- Teri, Kokomo, IN

Great story and welcome!

-- If you think healthcare is expensive now, wait until it's free! PJ O'Rourke

Heart felt story Teri,,,,,,,Welcome to Ljs

-- Les, Wichita, Ks. (I'd rather be covered in saw dust!)

That’s a dandy tale.

-- Thos. Angle, Jordan Valley, Oregon

Welcome Teri to LJ’s….looking forward to seeing your projects….
go here where I talk about my influence to spend my time doing woodworking.

-- Splinters - Living and Loving life in the Rockies - http://www.splinterswoodworks.com/ - http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5220040

First let me welcome you to LJ like everyone else.

My influence came from my great uncle who got me started when I was 7 years old. My dad passed away when I was 5 and my uncle became my father figure. I can remember the first ptoject I ever worked on was an oak kitchen hutch for my grandmother. Over the years it has been passed down thru the generations and it now resides in my dining room. It is not perfect but i would not trade it for anything in the world. To this day it still has our signatures on the back panel and is dated August 10, 1971.

-- Grant...."GO BUCKEYES"

My father was quite adept at the handyman’s side of the woodworking. He had few tools but the one’s he had were substantial and kept sharp. I like to think that he would be proud of what I’ve done to he and mom’s house. I got the house after mother passed and kept cars in the garage for years. What was I thinking?

I started working wood after picking up a copy of Fine Woodworking magazine. After that, it was checking out Norm on Saturday afternoons. I also became enamored with the tools used in working wood by hand. I haunted flea markets and swap meets looking for anything old, sound and rehab ready.

I’m a lifelong student so digging into a subject was easy via Fine Tool Journal, books by Percy Blandford, James Krenov, Aldren Watson, Franklin Gottshall and Tage Frid. After that, I was toast. As such, I am totally self trained. My father taught me valuable lessons on working smart; proper stance, keep things sharp, maintain the tool and it will perform as designed. These lessons have served me well on this self guided tour into arte du bois.

Amazing how much of life you have time to enjoy after the progeny becomes self amusing. I have friends that waited till middle age to have a family… crazy. So welcome, Charlie Brown, come on in, the water’s fine.

always,
J.C.

-- "Imagination is more important than knowledge" -- Albert Einstein

Teri, (Charlie Brown) Welcome to the LJ’s Family. Your dad, is proud, I’m sure. Now, let’s see you build something!
God bless

-- Gene, a Christian in Virginia

Teri, Great story. My dad was a farmer. He repaired or made everything himself. I think that was from being raised during the depression. I learned woodworking,blackingsmithing, auto/tractor repair from him. Wish I had retained half of the thing he taught me. He was my best friend. I have a whole heart full of memories of times spent with him in the shop. Thank you for making me think of them.