I helped my father build a picnic table. I was just old enough to push the handsaw through the redwood. I can still smell that wood and remember how easy it was to bend a copper nail. Our table had a flaw. If its attached benches were not evenly weighted, it would tip over. I can still hear Aunt Dorothy shriek. I became interested in design.
Dad and Uncle Charles showed me how to use tools and trust common sense. We had a farm. The Dallas Public Schools and the University of Texas gave me a good education. I chose a life as a craftsman and taught myself. I studied, read, and drew. I remodeled, restored, designed, and built buildings and the cabinets, doors, windows, and furniture that went in them.
When the kids were small, I didn’t want to work out of the truck anymore, just in the shop behind the house. I wanted a product, or a few, and colleagues to help make them. Chairs being the challenge of the craft, I designed a rocking chair in 1992, and after success with it, I designed some dining chairs and tables. The first seven years were tough.
I work with my son and my wife. Austin runs the shop. Leslie keeps the books true and clean. We work with friends. Together, we serve the craft, the community, and those who commission and support us.