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"My husband has such a bench, and he and my son have spent untold hours using it and the myriad of tools/nuts/bolts stashed away rebuilding or fixing cars.
My son, in his early 20's now does work on his own with verbal guidance from all that he has learned over the years. He's as at home with all those tools as his father, as comfortable tearing an engine out of a car and fixing it and then replacing it as his Dad.
It was a marvelous thing to observe over the years and a testament to the bonding they had in that garage, over that bench. Hours of watching, listening, asking and learning have taken root and now bloom in my son." - Nancy
Another:
"My Dad and my Grandpa had such a workbench. It was more or less the social center for visitors. I used to love to sit outside the open door of the toolshed and listen to the mysteries of Life as explained by Dad to whoever might drop in for a spell."
Another post:
"I loved your piece about the work bench. I spend my days like the ones you described with your parents. My birthday is coming up. My calendar is dotted with appointments for both my parents. I remember staying up helping my mom can food and cook for family dinner. I can’t see myself without a kitchen with lots of cabinet space. My tools are having the right things to cook with. My roommate was happy to clean in return for me cooking. I was also the woman who could fix her car. My brother came along later. I now live 3 miles from my parents. I am so lucky to have had that solid rock. I so understand what you are saying. "
( http://bit.ly/11vWYN ):
Assorted comments:
"My husband has such a bench, and he and my son have spent untold hours using it and the myriad of tools/nuts/bolts stashed away rebuilding or fixing cars.
My son, in his early 20's now does work on his own with verbal guidance from all that he has learned over the years. He's as at home with all those tools as his father, as comfortable tearing an engine out of a car and fixing it and then replacing it as his Dad.
It was a marvelous thing to observe over the years and a testament to the bonding they had in that garage, over that bench. Hours of watching, listening, asking and learning have taken root and now bloom in my son." - Nancy
Another:
"My Dad and my Grandpa had such a workbench. It was more or less the social center for visitors. I used to love to sit outside the open door of the toolshed and listen to the mysteries of Life as explained by Dad to whoever might drop in for a spell."
Another post:
"I loved your piece about the work bench. I spend my days like the ones you described with your parents. My birthday is coming up. My calendar is dotted with appointments for both my parents. I remember staying up helping my mom can food and cook for family dinner. I can’t see myself without a kitchen with lots of cabinet space. My tools are having the right things to cook with. My roommate was happy to clean in return for me cooking. I was also the woman who could fix her car. My brother came along later. I now live 3 miles from my parents. I am so lucky to have had that solid rock. I so understand what you are saying. "
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