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I never had a person "teach" me anything about woodworking. I don't remember growing up with a single true lesson or lecture on the importance of reading, self-reliance, work ethic, or being a man. Everything was passed to me by watching my parents, my grandparents, and my aunts and uncles and a couple role models interact with life. 
I've learned what to do and not to do by their successes and their mistakes and I've learned how to carry myself through the lessons I've had to figure out for myself. 
When it comes to making things, it was never a question of "if" It was just a fact that that is what you do. My mother always had a quilting studio where she makes wonderful art quilts but would also sew patches on my jeans and a halloween costume or two. I watched my dad repair car engines, build needed furniture from particle board and 2x4's, and and work very, very hard to make sure we didn't notice how close to the ground we were scraping it…

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