My Grandpa was a peanut farmer on an 80-acre patch of land in Southern Oklahoma. But to make ends meet, he was also a carpenter. He built the house that He and my Grandma lived in for almost their entire married lives. And he built a lot of other things for them and for other people. He was the toughest man I ever knew, and he was an artist, albiet one who never would have accepted that description of himself.