We've been working on the patio this week, in anticipation of rain tomorrow (I'll see it when it gets here.) The kids are helping, too - hauling gravel, handing me stones, wandering off to roll down the hill. ;o)
I don't remember helping with most the hundreds, thousands of home improvement jobs that happened when I was younger. I'm sure we were all expected to help, I just don't remember much. Two, though, I do remember.
The house we lived in was old, built in the middle of the 1800s. My dad didn't have a whole lot or interest in preserving historical integrity, he wanted big windows, fewer doors, more insulation, less upkeep. One of the jobs I remember is the removal of the front door, replaced by a vast expanse of aluminum siding. My job was to pick up nails - buckets and buckets of square cut, hand made iron nails. I assume they went out in the trash.
The only other job I remember being a part of was shingling the roof. Seriously. Dad erected scaffolding across the front of the two storey house, and put on a new roof. Not remarkable except for the fact that I distinctly remember being up there on the roof often. Harness? Naaa.. I remember my sister and brothers up there too, and since I know how to put on shingles, I can only assume I was up there to help. I can maybe see having the older boys (12 and 14) help, but who lets a 10 year old girl (and her 7 and 9 year old siblings) up on the roof?!