Our Story
“I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren’t trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.” – Umberto Eco
The first of two men that raised me and shaped my passion was my stepdad, Kerry. He was a woodworker by trade. We would spend most summer and fall weekends traveling to festivals and fairs to sell his crafted products. He taught me many of my basic skills in woodworking when I was very young. He always smelled like sawdust (still one of my favorite smells). Unfortunately, he got sick and was unable to care for all 5 of us kids, and we went into foster care. He passed away, but the lessons and memories I have will be with me forever.
Secondly, my foster dad Jerry, taught me so much more than I can ever thank him for. From the ages of 12 to 18, I lived and worked on the farm. I learned what hard work was, the dignity and pride that came with it, and that not all families are made up of blood relatives. The life lessons on a farm are absolutely abundant. For all my skills I use today, I thank him. Jerry & I and some of our many horses taking a break from the farm work for a parade
