Seat of Our Pants

Martin’s family have been in the wood business in one way or another for a number of generations. Rolf, Martin’s dad, is a carpenter – just like his father before him. We took a stroll down memory lane with a visit to the family workshop a few days ago. Rolf and his brother Curt gave us a lovely tour of the shop, which turns out to have a wacky little history.

Once upon a time a man named Klas, Martin’s great-great-grandfather, and his brother inherited a house . Neither man could agree on how to handle this inheritance, so they did what was most logical – they split the thing, literally. The house was torn down, plank by plank and split evenly into two piles of wood.

Claus’ pile was reassembled into a structure that makes up a portion (it’s since been expanded) of the workshop that still exists today. The building was eventually passed down to Sixten, Martin’s grandfather, who turned it into his carpentry shop – and thus it stands today – a very old, very cool building filled with wood working machinery, a long family history and a mountain of sawdust.

If I were ten years younger I’d be tempted to beg for an apprenticeship. Those beautiful machines really do need someone to carry on the wood working tradition.

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