My woodworking roots took hold here, in Maine, cutting lumber with my dad on our family farm. All that remains here now is a rusted saw blade, and many, many memories of a lovely man that taught me much. However, some of that material remains and I will build from it. A piece that will travel back to Montana with us and live with my boy until he decides to pass it on. This is how legacies are made...
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 20:07:41 +0000