When I am in a contemplative mood I wonder how I came
to the place where I enjoyed making things and enjoying the process
of working with my hands to complete a project. Thinking of this
always brings up the nature vs. nurture argument.
My father was a life long tinkerer and self trained very
successful auto mechanic. So perhaps some of it is inherited
but of course one could argue that since I grew up around my father
I was influenced by his work and penchant for constantly having some
project going or working on someone's car, watch or clock. He
was also a self taught watch and clock repairman. He came by
his mechanical ability at a young age having grown up on a farm with
the need to self repair anything that needed it.
I could make the argument that much of my enjoyment of mechanical
things was inherited from my father but I can't deny influence of
watching him work and sometimes helping. In the beginning I was probably more hindrance than help but as I aged I was able to
help out more than hinder.
I remember as a young boy, him giving me a clock mechanism from
an old alarm clock and a small screw driver for me to take apart and
try to put back together. I remember the frustration of trying
to put all the parts back together and getting his help. I
soon learned that when he repaired a watch or clock he only took out
the parts necessary to complete the repair thus minimizing the
difficulty of reassembly.
I learned to make models of all kinds, mostly cars and planes.
My brother was the consummate model maker. I assembled kits as
he did but he also made models from scratch such as a moon rocket
after seeing the movie "Destination Moon". One of my first large
projects was a Soap Box Derby car. My brother and I both made
cars and entered the local race. Back then it was sponsored by
GM through their local Chevrolet Dealerships. My father worked
for that dealer. I didn't get any inside help because of that
but it did make me aware of the race.
We also built a club house in our back yard and a structure that
was shaped like a pirate ship we used for playing pirates with the
kids from the neighborhood.
My model building slowed during my high school days because I was
very active in sports and extracurricular activities. College
didn't leave much time either what with studying when in school and
working in the summer to pay for tuition and living expenses.
My interest in building things resurfaced after I married.
Living back in my home town I signed up for a woodworking class at
my old high school. I have always seemed willing to take on
ambitious projects that a more prudent person would say was
overreaching for my experience level. I just enjoy the
challenge.
An example is the Cannon Ball bed I made in this Woodworking
class. I didn't have a plan for the bed but I admired a bed I
had seen in a furniture store. I believe it was an Ethan Allen
bed. I don't think they make a bed like it anymore. In
fact I read that they and most of the US furniture companies now
make their pieces overseas. I have
a picture of it on my home page.
Anyway since I didn't have a plan my wife and I went to the store
and I surreptitiously measured the bed while she kept and eye out
for any sales person the might come along and object to my
activities. They probably wouldn't have cared but I just
didn't want to have to explain my activities and I certainly didn't
want to tell anyone I was planning to build a bed like it for fear
of being derided for my naïveté for attempting a project that would
require woodworking skills of which I had no experience.
The bottom line is that I did get all the measurements and made
some rudimentary sketches and began the project in the school work
shop. The key to this project was access to a lathe with long
distance between centers. Being a beginning woodworker I
didn't have a lathe at all let alone one that would handle the long
legs of the cannonball bed. I completed the project and my son
used the bed for many years. It was in storage for a time but
is now being used by my grand son. I also completed a
Regulator style cherry clock in that class also.
I relate this story to illustrate the idea of just jumping in and
starting a project even if you don't have experience in the skills
needed. You learn as you go. Don't let inexperience and
fear stop you from digging in and getting the job done. The
Nike coined phrase "Just Do It" applies here. I believe a
strong influence on my confidence to tackle projects was my mothers
unending support and confidence in me.
Another project that will drive this point home happened after I
changed jobs a year or so after I completed the Canon Ball Bed.
We were living in the new town in a duplex and tired of apartment
living. We wanted to get a house. We found a company
that sold kit houses. Kit is a bit of a misnomer in that it
turns out the only thing "kit" about it was a book with all the
steps necessary to complete the house and the fact that the lumber
and materials was delivered on two truck loads. About the only
thing precut was the roof rafters and some of them had to be re-cut
to match the others.
The appeal was the down payment. Get this, the down payment
was $1.00. Yes that is right, just one buck. The rest of
the cost of materials would be financed by the company until the
house was complete and refinanced with permanent mortgage from local
bank to pay off the building material loan.
Now mind you I had never built even a garage or storage shed and
my only experience in construction was to watch my dad remodel an
attic in my childhood home. I was young and energetic and
fearless and it was a deal we couldn't pass up.
We signed on the dotted line and found a lot in the same
neighborhood where we lived and began the foundation awaiting the
materials to arrive. Building the house is a long story that I
won't go into right now but with a little help from friends and
family the house was completed in about 10 months. Here is a
picture.
The front porch was not included with the original house and is a
design and build project that was added later.
The point is, just go for it. |