The cabin was the source of many great memories for our family. It is where I learned to play (and love) croquet. On our visits there we would explore the woods, play all sorts of games, cook popcorn on the stove, build fires, fish, visit Uncle Martin down the road, and eat tremendous meals.
The nearest public electricity and water sources were 25 miles away. Somehow my uncle constructed his own power plant. I'm still not sure how he did it. But the cabin had complete electrical service, along with running water, hot and cold.
I can still remeber his big garage at the cabin. It rarely contained a vehicle -- rather it was filled with tools and everything needed to keep the cabin and the jeep operating. Even now I smell the cans of gasoline and oil that sat on the shelves. There were jars containing a hodge-podge of screws and bolts, boxes of nails, many saws, axes, hammers, mowers, and rags. Two very old Kansas license plants hung on the wall for decoration.
You may have read elsewhere on this blog of the need for same-sex attracted men to associate with masculine things as part of their growth out of SSA. One way to do this is to enter the world of tools.
This will be different for every reader. But most of us possess something that needs to be repaired, whether it be a bicycle, a vehicle, or a house.
Personally, I have gotten a lot of satisfaction in constructing a work room in the basement. I purchased pegboard and have hung tools. With Trent's help I built some shelves and Aaron and I resurfaced and painted the bench. It is a room that I hope to spend a lot of time in as the years go by. And, just like my uncle's garage, there is a very old license plate hung for decoration.
"You have an abundance of workmen: stonecutters, masons, carpenters, and all kinds of craftsmen . . . Arise and work! The Lord be with you!" 1 Chron 22:15-16
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