A Passion for Woodworking
In the begining there was some pieces of wood and a child's
imagination. The Idea was to make an airplane. I picked up a hammer, which at that point was almost too heavy and began to
join the wood into a simple airplane. My father, who was in the middle of building my uncle Jerry's Butcher shop on Myrtle
Avenue in Brooklyn, watched from afar. The nails wouldn't cooperate, the wood wouldn't cooperate but he let me muddle through.
I don't know how long it took but it seemed to take forever. Naturally imagination played a big part. Now we all know that
the favorite part of a boys airplane is the propeller. It was a pretty sad propeller. My father, who still has the very
first piece of wood I cut said, "Let me fix that up a little. He picked up a scrap of wood, took out his knife and begane
to whittle. Right before my eyes he transformed that scrap into a propeller that spun as I pushed the plane through the
air. Well here I am some 42 years later still playing with wood and wishing I knew half of what my father has forgotton.