I started woodworking when I was in fourth year of secondary school. In that year I was able to attend
the woodworking class once a week. Then I joined the Woodworker club of my school and with that I was allowed to use the wood shop after school but I was never allowed to use the machines in there.
I was from a poor family and I needed a few chisels.
As I was allowed into the hand tool store I stole one chisel per week by putting them in my trouser pocket . I stopped when I had taken five chisels. I knew what I did was wrong but the temptation was too great. I didn’t have the money to buy them.
Twenty years ago I went back to that school and donated to the workshop five Marples chisels I brought back from UK .I hope no one has stolen them yet!
Woodworking was my hobby and I needed tools other than the badly sharpened handsaw and wood planes belonging to my father.
I made a shaky wooden study table with the stolen chisels and some blunted tools belonging to my father. I remember the teeth of my father’s handsaw looked more like a set of white shark”s teeth but it was alright for me. The table had a drawer which would spill all the contents if I was not careful in pulling it out.
You know from where I got the woods ? I stole the wood which my father kept under the house to dry. He knew about it but he said nothing to me. He told my mother that someone he knew had borrowed his planks .
My school also had a well stocked library. I borrowed books on carpentry to learn woodworking but I never stole any because I thought I might stop other boys from getting knowledge on woodworking.
Now i had many tools and I guarded them like hell because I don’t want anybody to steal them.