The Carpenter’s Wife
Posted By Kathy Mowery on June 25, 2011
My grandfather was a carpenter by trade, my father a carpenter in his leisure time, my husband a carpenter by choice. I didn’t know my grandfather well, but most of my memories of him involve either watching him tinker or playing with a toy he made. Precious are the times I recall hanging out with my dad as he did a weekend project. At 5 years old, Dad let me use his hand saw and a knife to whittle away at what was to be a masterpiece but remained a bare, awkwardly shaped stick.
Today I got to spend the morning with Erik as he made “scrap art.” My reward? Using a nail gun! I know that wouldn’t be every wife’s dream come true, but I bet spending time with her husband doing something together would be pretty high on their list.
Erik and I have 4 beautiful daughters. My current quest is to find ways to cut costs and ways to make money together so that I can quit my part-time away from home job.
I don’t make diaper covers from old shower curtains (though I bet someone out there could!) or feed my family for a few quarters a day, but the tricks I know I’ll share and maybe we can get this thing worked out together.
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