For as long as I can remember I have loved the smell of sawdust, that smell that screamed “wood work;” dad is building something again! And of course since my dad was a carpenter, that sawdust scent was ever present for most of my childhood. My dad built our home and much of the furniture inside. I can remember one year asking him what he wanted for Christmas. His response, “Oh Genny, just buy me a bag of nails and I’ll be happy.” That was the year he was building stairs for our new second…
