My brother Tommy was one of the mellowest people I ever knew. Not that he wouldn’t have stood up to you if you pushed him around, but he just seemed to have a chill gene that the rest of us lacked. Growing up he picked on me, his little sister, A LOT!! But in retrospect, he made me tough and I grew up wanting to be just like him. My lifelong interest in working with my hands comes from his example. I became a real “Tom-boy”. If I had been born in a different time, I probably would have ended up as a carpenter like him. There was great change in the 60s and 70s but it was still easier for me to pursue academics than vocational work.
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