HIS STORY

Let’s start at the beginning.

My first job in construction as a carpenter’s helper lasted just three weeks. In that time I was tasked with only two things: sweep the jobsite continuously or get yelled at by my ornery red-faced foreman. Sometimes both simultaneously.

Subsequent superior employment brought opportunities for long days constructing new homes, building additions, performing remodeling work, and cultivating a burgeoning dependence on coffee. While laboring away, often in older New England homes, an appreciation for these old houses, their construction, beauty, character and quirks began to develop.

Eventually, formal training in Preservation Carpentry at the North Bennet Street School in Boston further refined my direction and inspired a career. For over 20 years now, I’ve had the privilege to help restore, get dirty and breathe saw dust in some truly amazing properties throughout the northeast.

History. It’s in the making.