About Father Land
by Michael L. Craver Dad; An Engineer without Patent, My father harvested in me, the fundamental values of going to work. I cannot remember my father ever asking me for a thing. I don’t know of any time that he asked anyone else for anything. The son of a farmer, and himself; a student of the land. There’s no coincidence he’s inspecting the city to keep infrastructure in check. He came from strong rural roots. Ones which cities are built upon. A strong family nucleus comprised of ambitious individuals. Strengthening community around them for a stronger chemistry. When I was not in school, we were on the job site. Evenings spent through the trails in the forest to find, cut, and haul firewood. Stacking newly cut pieces in our shelter built using tree trunks for support posts and leftover tin from a barn project that provided a roof. Bark smeared on my hands and sap in the hair of my arms - my favorite smells. Quite similar to the fresh lumber coming off the table saw, cut and na