Now when I was a boy...
In the early sixties my family moved from Indiana to Southern California. I immediately fell in love with the ocean. A lot of my friends were surfers and I soon learned how to help them fix their surfboards when they were broken or dinged. We would patch them back together, smooth out the patch and blend it into the surrounding area.
I grew up, moved to Idaho and got married. One day a man brought a cardboard box to my father-in-law's auto body repair shop. It contained fiberglass pieces that he said used to be the fender of his logging truck. Bob (my father-in-law) remembered my surfboard experience and asked if I wanted to try my hand at logging trucks.
It worked the same way. I put the pieces together, smoothed them out and blended them into the surrounding area. Soon I was doing all their fiberglass work. (My next project was a '69 Corvette Stingray.)
I kept coming back to that trade from time to time in the years that followed. My wife and I ended up on two more continents and back to Idaho again as missionaries and pastors during that era of our lives.
In 1989 I needed a break. We moved to Vancouver where I could once again be in easy reach of the Ocean, but still near relatives in Idaho and Washington. I started doing drywall for recreational reasons - working for one of the biggest companies in the area. Eventually I found my niche in that field: patch and repair work. I would put the pieces of drywall back together (or put in new ones), smooth out the patch, and blend it into the surrounding area. I've been doing that since the sixties, so it was familiar territory. I just traded surfboards for wallboard. Somehow I just kept doing that, and before I knew it, more than twenty-five years had gone by.
Let me know if I can help you with your patch needs. I've been doing that for my friends for a long time now.
- Gene
In the early sixties my family moved from Indiana to Southern California. I immediately fell in love with the ocean. A lot of my friends were surfers and I soon learned how to help them fix their surfboards when they were broken or dinged. We would patch them back together, smooth out the patch and blend it into the surrounding area.
I grew up, moved to Idaho and got married. One day a man brought a cardboard box to my father-in-law's auto body repair shop. It contained fiberglass pieces that he said used to be the fender of his logging truck. Bob (my father-in-law) remembered my surfboard experience and asked if I wanted to try my hand at logging trucks.
It worked the same way. I put the pieces together, smoothed them out and blended them into the surrounding area. Soon I was doing all their fiberglass work. (My next project was a '69 Corvette Stingray.)
I kept coming back to that trade from time to time in the years that followed. My wife and I ended up on two more continents and back to Idaho again as missionaries and pastors during that era of our lives.
In 1989 I needed a break. We moved to Vancouver where I could once again be in easy reach of the Ocean, but still near relatives in Idaho and Washington. I started doing drywall for recreational reasons - working for one of the biggest companies in the area. Eventually I found my niche in that field: patch and repair work. I would put the pieces of drywall back together (or put in new ones), smooth out the patch, and blend it into the surrounding area. I've been doing that since the sixties, so it was familiar territory. I just traded surfboards for wallboard. Somehow I just kept doing that, and before I knew it, more than twenty-five years had gone by.
Let me know if I can help you with your patch needs. I've been doing that for my friends for a long time now.
- Gene