My dad, Gaylord, was a farmer! That meant he was skilled in a lot of trades because he had to be and he was an extraordinary inventor. He went to his heavenly home on January 27, 1997 at the age of 83 and three years after my mom when home. Here is a snippet snap of just a few of the tools and a handmade box he had . . and an oil can for his machinery. I was born and raised on this farm and learned how to work! What a heritage . . thanks Dad!