My dad lived through the Great Depression on a farm in the western plains of Minnesota. When there was a breakdown of the machinery there was no thought of ordering a replacement from the Sears & Roebuck catalog as they needed it “right now” and not in 4-to-8 months. Their only options were; go to town to the hardware store, or the blacksmith shop, or fix it themselves. I was born and grew up in the city after they sold the farm, but he never abandoned his frugal handyman ways, which I inherited. Although I did not think it was unusual that he would spend an afternoon pulling nails from old boards to save them, it did get my attention.
Many Saturday afternoons my dad spent underneath the old Hudson or Chevy wrapping tin cans around the muffler with baling wire. Repair, restore, and buy used. It worked for my dad and it works for me.
“Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the king’s horses and all the king’s men, couldn’t put Humpty together again.“Continue reading“The Repair Teardown – Part 1, by R.T.”