[rellic]

My dad hated working on cars. he’d give a book and say read it while he drank beer and watched to make sure I did not get hurt.
I’m probably the only 9 year old that ever changed a starter in a 1959 TBird.
I’m not Russian. Polish Jew. Catholic church keeps good birth records. How my great Grandfather got into the Imperial Russian Army, I have no idea.
BTW his MOS was Carpenter.
I still have an example of his work, a desk for his daughter.
My Grand mother.

[familyop]

"I’m probably the only 9 year old that ever changed a starter in a 1959 TBird."

Probably. :)

My dad liked rebuilding Ford 292s to run more like 312s. Before that, he raced supermodifieds (flathead V8s) during the late '50s and early '60s. He was a truck mechanic.

My favorite teacher (rancher-teacher-preacher, Freemason, U.S. Army veteran) taught us to build houses. He was a hard man, honest and fair. One of our fellow students was an old U.S. veteran attending with the GI Bill. Good man and also a good and patient teacher. He wore a Magen David and was previously acquainted with our teacher through Freemasonry. Together, they gave me some specific extra attention on doing drywall work in one of the houses we built. I became pretty good at it.