I remember growing up and running out to the workshop at night to tell him it’s time to eat dinner and seeing him in sawdust working away. Especially around Christmas he almost lives out in his workshop building little heart felt knickknacks to give to people as gifts. He enjoys seeing people’s faces light up when they receive his gift and knowing that he took time to make something special for them, instead of going to the store and buying a generic …show more content…
His father would drag him outside every Saturday and make him watch his father working. He got to help by sanding the wood, which is funny because that was either my job or my brothers. If it wasn’t sanding it was ripping out nails of old wood to use for something. I remember my brother and I would look for anything to do to escape and go play. But looking back I wish I would’ve spent more time out in the workshop, and when I got back from my mission we did just that. We built a strong arm bell for a church activity where you hit the lever and it sends a nut up a rope and hits the bell. It was fun cause we had never built one and we had to work out the kinks, and we bounced ideas off each