Growing up in a family of six on a First Sergeant’s pay, meant that my parent’s provided my brothers and I with what we needed but there wasn’t much left over for extras. My father actually learned to refinish antiques because busted-up old – what other people called trash – antiques were cheaper than buying couches, beds, and dining room tables.
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-- Fr. Thomas, http://www.monkwerks.org