I am super lucky to have these skills and the ability to figure things out but I grew up with this stuff.
My mom was one of 6 sisters with no brothers who was raised on a farm in rural Ohio and no quarter was given when it came to the work that needed to be done. I too was exposed to this environment as a child and my grandpa cut me no slack for being a sissyboy that would have rather been inside playing with dolls and doing needlepoint. I fed animals and milked cows and helped give sheep haircuts and was part of building and maintaining barns and such. Heck, when I was around 7 or so because I hated bugs and stuff, gramps threw me into the hopper of his combine that was filled with wheat and grasshoppers and while I'm still not a fan, that's just the sort of thing I was exposed to - the same stuff his daughters were exposed to without regard to gender.
My mum was a woman of many talents, quite a few some would consider non-traditional for women as are many of my mine. As far as building things, my mom was a superintendent of construction for a custom home builder and I went to many jobsites with her ,while she did inspections and yelled at contractors. She knew her shit.
When I was in high school, we had a slab poured and her and I completely built an entire room onto our house by ourselves except for the electrical she had a friend do. Framing, roofing, setting doors and windows and generally everything you could do. She made me tear down an old wooden fence we used to panel one wall decades before the distressed wood look became popular. So I have been pounding nails and sawing wood like forever and being a boy or a girl didn't make a difference.
A lot of men find this rather intimidating.
Here's a pic of mom (in the middle) just for good measure and to say thanks for learnin' me how to make stuff
My mom was one of 6 sisters with no brothers who was raised on a farm in rural Ohio and no quarter was given when it came to the work that needed to be done. I too was exposed to this environment as a child and my grandpa cut me no slack for being a sissyboy that would have rather been inside playing with dolls and doing needlepoint. I fed animals and milked cows and helped give sheep haircuts and was part of building and maintaining barns and such. Heck, when I was around 7 or so because I hated bugs and stuff, gramps threw me into the hopper of his combine that was filled with wheat and grasshoppers and while I'm still not a fan, that's just the sort of thing I was exposed to - the same stuff his daughters were exposed to without regard to gender.
My mum was a woman of many talents, quite a few some would consider non-traditional for women as are many of my mine. As far as building things, my mom was a superintendent of construction for a custom home builder and I went to many jobsites with her ,while she did inspections and yelled at contractors. She knew her shit.
When I was in high school, we had a slab poured and her and I completely built an entire room onto our house by ourselves except for the electrical she had a friend do. Framing, roofing, setting doors and windows and generally everything you could do. She made me tear down an old wooden fence we used to panel one wall decades before the distressed wood look became popular. So I have been pounding nails and sawing wood like forever and being a boy or a girl didn't make a difference.
A lot of men find this rather intimidating.
Here's a pic of mom (in the middle) just for good measure and to say thanks for learnin' me how to make stuff
Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.