I am a well-seasoned retired Union Carpenter. As a kid working with my grandfather in his woodshop was my favorite thing to do. My Grandpa “Arloe” was a lineman for PGE and taught me many skills. He always included me helping him doing plumbing, wiring, building boats, grandfather clocks, furniture-you name it. We played guitar, sang, hunted, and went fishing for Salmon and Dungeness crab. He’d always brag to his friends about how talented I was. I always admired him as did all who met him. He would do anything to help anyone and always with a kind word and a smile. I was so proud to be his grandson. He talked a lot about his grandfather, “Jessie,” the town blacksmith. He told me stories of the many skills his grandfather taught him while working as his apprentice in “Jessie’s Blacksmith Shop” after school starting at age nine. One story was of a nearby mill with a massive steel shaft, thirty-foot-long that snapped in two after a bitterly cold winter in Missouri late 1800s. Jesse and Grandpa went right to work firing up some coal and making some sort of contraption to handle this huge-heavy-long-steel-shaft. The only one Jessie let operate his forge was (of course) my Grandpa!