Which I suppose is where my story begins. I was raised on that same piece of property on which my parents still reside today. I have never moved away from the area and can comfortably assume that it will always be my home. In high school I took a liking to classes based on architectural drafting, and subsequently earned a college degree in Construction Drafting and Design. At the age of nineteen, I got hired on as a draftsman at a construction firm, which ultimately commenced what would become a twenty two year employment in the construction industry. During that time, and over the course of various companies due to buy outs and closures, I became more involved on the estimating side and spent my final years as Lead Estimator in charge of the department.
I’ve always carried a heavy interest in working on cars and building things by hand, and have never much allowed myself to be without a project to work on of some form. While I both enjoyed and respected the work that I was doing in my career, I grew more reluctant at the idea of sitting idle in an office and would often find myself wondering what affect a profession in which I worked with my hands would have on my daily life. But the quiet amenities of a paycheck and of consistent work hindered me from ever sincerely looking at it as a prudent option. In 2019, however, with the allure of the concept becoming progressively robust, an acute realization set in that if I were to ever veritably entertain the idea then it was time. So, backed by an immeasurable amount of support from my wife and family, at 41 years of age, I left the only job that I had ever known. I spent that summer with my family trying to do the things that we’d always found ourselves too busy to do, and upon its culmination began the inspiring groundwork for what would become Timber Ridge Woodworks. In the time since, I have learned many lessons regarding budgeting, time management, and starting a business. But they have been welcome in the sense that they are encouraging me in what I ought be tomorrow.
In short, I think the point is that I came about inundated by the sight and sound of things coming to fruition by way of hard work.
I cannot say that I have a resolute work ethic in my blood, what with not being certain that a persons DNA is able to carry such an admirable trait. But, I earnestly believe that being immersed in it for the last four decades inadvertently fabricated a sincere desire to work with my hands. One which eventually became so tenacious that I was finally no longer able to ignore it.
I certainly never intended on being a woodworker. If we’re being honest, I’m not yet entirely certain that I’m able to call myself one still. Though I will assuredly strive to get there, with an end goal of not only consistently producing items that the customer is pleased with, but with hope, of also bringing a semblance of veneration to those callused hands which walked me through so many projects over the years.
-Dan