Erich Z. -
Not sure if this is really a specific story but Roger did quite a bit of work on our house for us since we moved there in 2003.
I just remember he'd say "I'll stop by when you are getting closer to needing the trim work done" and probably 3-4 times in the last 10 years he would show up on a Sunday afternoon on his way back from the cottage. Good conversation was always had and at some point we would finally get around to looking at the work we actually needed done. I would invariably have failed at making sure the drywall was flush with the door frames and so Roger would always have to make my lemons into lemonade. The end results were always perfect. And yet Roger would always be concerned about our satisfaction with his work. From my perspective I can't imagine how anyone could be anything but impressed by the end product that Roger created. He was like an artist.
Another time he stopped by and had an issue with an outboard motor he had. We chatted for quite some time about fishing, boats and so on and I remarked about a couple small pine trees he had in a 5 gallon bucket that I needed to get a few trees like that. In an instant despite my objections he pulled the bucket out with the pines and told me to keep them, he had more. Seems like that was just the way he was. I imagine whether it was a pine tree, a piece of woodwork or the shirt off his back, he would probably freely give it away. We should all be so giving.
At our house his craftsmanship and 2 pine trees live on.
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Julie G. -
Last year on December 21st we had a large snowstorm. I had some time off from work between Christmas and New Years so I was headed out to the farm to spend some time with Mom and Dad. Well I decided to head out there early and the plow hadn't been down the driveway. Those of you have been out there know they live out in the country on a 1/4 mile long driveway. I knew I shouldn't have even attempted to go down, but of course I did and got stuck at the first curve.
After a couple frustrating attempts to back out of the big snow bank I had plowed my Equinox into I knew it was time to call Dad to come save me. I got ahold of him and immediately told me he would get the front end loader (our tractor) and get me out never once scolding me for being so stupid. So I watched the house for signs that he was headed my way and waited and waited and then saw him slowly walk down to the barn, pull out the tractor and then wasn't coming my way. I called again to ask what the hold up was and he told me that he needed to put the chains on the tires. So I waited and waited some more, tried a couple more times to get the vehicle backed out while successfully getting it stuck even worse.
Finally he made his way up the driveway and we tried and tried to get my vehicle loose. Finally the county plow had made its way out there and we hooked my vehicle up and pulled it right out plowed the driveway and I made it home. When we made it back we weren't sure what to do and rather than just staying in like we should of, Dad, Mom and I loaded up in the truck and drove down to Casey's Saloon to celebrate making it up the driveway.
Not sure if this is really a specific story but Roger did quite a bit of work on our house for us since we moved there in 2003.
I just remember he'd say "I'll stop by when you are getting closer to needing the trim work done" and probably 3-4 times in the last 10 years he would show up on a Sunday afternoon on his way back from the cottage. Good conversation was always had and at some point we would finally get around to looking at the work we actually needed done. I would invariably have failed at making sure the drywall was flush with the door frames and so Roger would always have to make my lemons into lemonade. The end results were always perfect. And yet Roger would always be concerned about our satisfaction with his work. From my perspective I can't imagine how anyone could be anything but impressed by the end product that Roger created. He was like an artist.
Another time he stopped by and had an issue with an outboard motor he had. We chatted for quite some time about fishing, boats and so on and I remarked about a couple small pine trees he had in a 5 gallon bucket that I needed to get a few trees like that. In an instant despite my objections he pulled the bucket out with the pines and told me to keep them, he had more. Seems like that was just the way he was. I imagine whether it was a pine tree, a piece of woodwork or the shirt off his back, he would probably freely give it away. We should all be so giving.
At our house his craftsmanship and 2 pine trees live on.
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Julie G. -
Last year on December 21st we had a large snowstorm. I had some time off from work between Christmas and New Years so I was headed out to the farm to spend some time with Mom and Dad. Well I decided to head out there early and the plow hadn't been down the driveway. Those of you have been out there know they live out in the country on a 1/4 mile long driveway. I knew I shouldn't have even attempted to go down, but of course I did and got stuck at the first curve.
After a couple frustrating attempts to back out of the big snow bank I had plowed my Equinox into I knew it was time to call Dad to come save me. I got ahold of him and immediately told me he would get the front end loader (our tractor) and get me out never once scolding me for being so stupid. So I watched the house for signs that he was headed my way and waited and waited and then saw him slowly walk down to the barn, pull out the tractor and then wasn't coming my way. I called again to ask what the hold up was and he told me that he needed to put the chains on the tires. So I waited and waited some more, tried a couple more times to get the vehicle backed out while successfully getting it stuck even worse.
Finally he made his way up the driveway and we tried and tried to get my vehicle loose. Finally the county plow had made its way out there and we hooked my vehicle up and pulled it right out plowed the driveway and I made it home. When we made it back we weren't sure what to do and rather than just staying in like we should of, Dad, Mom and I loaded up in the truck and drove down to Casey's Saloon to celebrate making it up the driveway.
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