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To: Rambi who wrote (43466)	12/11/1999 9:52:00 AM
From: Ish	Respond to of 71178

<<I will predict that my boys never repair anything. Because they never learned how from their father, who never learned it from his father. It is one of those manly things that get passed down, generation to generation...>> Not always. My father had a hammer, screwdriver and pliers, that's all. Never used any of them. I'm not great with tools but I have built stalls, installed wiring and plumbing, fixed tractors and swapped engines in my old pickup truck putting a bigger cam in the new engine. His needs and mine were different.

To: Rambi who wrote (43466)	12/11/1999 11:02:00 AM
From: greenspirit	Respond to of 71178

Hey! I'm the one who could use the vacation from kids! But how would I haul my Tim-the-Toolman garage all the way to Texas? :-)

To: Rambi who wrote (43466)	12/11/1999 12:27:00 PM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

The urge to fix-it-yourself isn't necessarily passed on from parent to child. I do remember helping my father bleed the brakes on his Porsche when I was 12, but he never lifted a finger around the house OR the yard, and my mother didn't really, either. But he loved to work on cars, and my mother made stained-glass windows. I like to fix things, myself, have no idea where it came from. Maybe it was because I was very poor, and couldn't afford to pay anyone to fix things for me. And I drove Volkswagens, and there was an excellent series of books, the first "Idiot" books, for repairing Volkswagens, that got me started fixing cars. Much of the time I have no idea what I am doing, either, but that doesn't stop me. I had a nice toolbox before I got married, and used to nag Chris about not taking care of his tools. Finally, he got a toolbox of his own, and nice tools, and he fixes most of the things that need fixing, but I am always available to help him in a jam. Nicholas likes to fix things, and Ben doesn't. Nick reads Popular Science, and Popular Mechanics, and loves to make things. I call him "Homo Faber." But Ben took Industrial Arts in Middle School, and made a wonderful clock and a toy race car that works. I think the "making" urge and the "fixing" urge are different aspects of the same ability.