Tools have always been a big part of my life.  First of all, there were none, or let’s just say some.  My dad was not a fixer-upper at all. He had a brother who was, and would satisfy some of my dad’s desires when requested to do so.  For example, he built bookshelves in Judy’s and my bedroom together with a corner desk.  I think my mom knew more about using tools than Dad ever did.  But then, there was no interest on his part to really do any type of fixing or building.  I believe his only desire for tools was to have some of his dad’s old tools, my grandpa Ottos. 

Now, Grandpa Otto was altogether different than my dad.  He had the coolest log cabin tool shed in their backyard.  It smelled heavenly, and I loved it in there.  Grandpa was always puttering on something.  I think he even had a power lawnmower before they were even on the market, as he put his own together.  When I became a grown-up, I had my husband build me a log cabin shed in memory of my grandpa.  I always say wherever I go, it has to go with me.