I was extremely lucky, she was both an artist with wood and master craftsperson. She could take a belt sander (a heavy piece of hand machinery) and carve realistic images in wood: horses running across a headboard, dolphins leaping out of a mirror frame. She worked with hand tools as well and knew every type of joinery that you could use in building solid, quality furniture. Best of all, however, was that she was an excellent teacher. The first thing I had to learn was safety and she required that I take responsibility for any snafus that I might cause (outside of a flaw in the wood) to the point that I might have to reimburse her financially. Luckily, this bred caution so that I never broke anything. She would explain everything in detail including design principles, drawing designs in proportion, and the math involved in breaking down a design into its components. She monitored my work until she felt comfortable to let me run with it. I worked for two years in her shop. Long enough to realize that while I loved woodworking, it was not lucrative enough of a field to make a good living.What I learned went far beyond design principles, how to use power and hand tools, and how to best work with wood. I learned how to learn. I became the handy person in our home. I did (and still do) the basic electrical and plumbing work, I learned to plaster walls, I built garden structures, and I fix broken household machines as well as take care of any building/structural work that we need in the house. Basically, it gave me the confidence to know that all of this is part of a system and the key is to break down or try to understand the system and its principles and you can figure out how to put it back together again. And before all else, proceed with caution.
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