I'm pretty sure we are violating some child labor

Mark Wein

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I like the juxtaposition of skilled labour and training wheels.

Also, it's kind of scary to think of what your son might be capable of, mechanically, by the time he gets to high school, say. Provided that his interest is maintained.
 
Lucky kid to get the chance to learn that stuff.

It's fantastic that he has an interest and an aptitude for it.
 
We have the same box brake at work. I can't tell you how many hits to the noggin the counterweight has seen :grin: LOL, we have the exact same Tennsmith shear as well.
 
You are a lucky dude Mark. I wish my dad was alive so that he could have spent time with only grandson.
 
Lucky little guy! Man, I with I had a cornice brake available.
I was pretty handy with sheet aluminum back in aviation school.
 
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My kids have grown up in that shop...both my son and my 3 year old daughter can use hand tools better than some adults I know. My own father passed away 5 years ago so I'm incredibly thankful that both my inlaws are around and a daily part of the kids lives.
 
It's really a good thing to be handy and it looks like both of your kids are eager to dive into anything. Pretty cool I'd say :thu: going to the shop will be one of the best learning experiences they will ever have. You will be amazed at the knowledge that they'll take from there. That's a cool shop and it's awesome they can hang there.
 
It's really a good thing to be handy and it looks like both of your kids are eager to dive into anything. Pretty cool I'd say :thu: going to the shop will be one of the best learning experiences they will ever have. You will be amazed at the knowledge that they'll take from there. That's a cool shop and it's awesome they can hang there.


since so much of the vocational "shop" kind of classes are gone from the schools here I'm stoked that they have this experience, especially as time with their grandparents. Much better than being parked in front of a TV or video game.
 
Being able to grow up and fix stuff with my Dad, learn to use tools, make stuff, etc. was a major formative part of my life that I cherish today now that he is gone. Lots more to it than learning to thread a bolt properly. There are life lessons being learned in that shop. Those are great pics man!
 
My kids have grown up in that shop...both my son and my 3 year old daughter can use hand tools better than some adults I know. My own father passed away 5 years ago so I'm incredibly thankful that both my inlaws are around and a daily part of the kids lives.

It's pretty unusual now that I think about it, but my kids have 3 living great-grandparents (and had 4 until last year), but only one living grandparent.

I didn't meet my father until I was 17, and he and I never really bonded over much except for food, wine, and boxing... but the vast majority of my woodworking skills came directly from my grandfather and his brother, and that's something that can get passed on perpetually, which is nice. He also taught me most of what I know about running businesses/companies, but that's much less Romantic.
 
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I like how your son has mastered heavy machinery but still uses training wheels on his bike. I think he has his priorities straight.
 
It's pretty unusual now that I think about it, but my kids have 3 living great-grandparents (and had 4 until last year), but only one living grandparent.

I didn't meet my father until I was 17, and he and I never really bonded over much except for food, wine, and boxing... but the vast majority of my woodworking skills came directly from my grandfather and his brother, and that's something that can get passed on perpetually, which is nice. He also taught me most of what I know about running businesses/companies, but that's much less Romantic.


for me, my grandparents on my mothers side were born in the 1890s and on my fathers side not too long after. The only one still alive during my lifetime was my fathers mother, and she passed away when I was very young too. My parents were much older when I was born and for them the idea was that they didn't want us to live the lives they had growing up through the depression...my dad was a self taught engineer who worked with his father-in-law for a while as a plumber among a host of other jobs but I was expected to go to school like my brother and be a lawyer or engineer or something white collar and "useful". I never saw my mother after about my 6th birthday and she never worked and was a mess of addiction and mental illness. My step mother actually did encourage music for me...she had played trumpet semi-professionally in the 1950's and there was always music around our house when we still lived in New York. She actually stood up for me in High School when my dad wanted to take me out of band and take my instruments away to force me to study more and improve my grades. When I did get into USC to go to college since it was for music and not a "real career" my dad pulled my funding....we didn't speak much for years after that. In the years before he passed our relationship improved and I don't have any regrets but it did affect me quite a bit.

One reason why I guess I post too much stuff about my own kids is that besides being very proud of them I also want them to have a childhood and a relationship with their family that I never had.
 
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