When I was a boy, everybody seemed to have a workbench, either downstairs in the cellar or else the garage. I’ll bet my grandpa had a thousand tools. And my Uncle Ferdie was an inventor.
Were people handier back then? My father made all sorts of things we used around the house. Grandpa made toys (we still have some of them).
But the years flow by, and decades of apartment living have eroded any handiness I ever had. *Sigh*