(Sorry I haven't had an update in a few days. I've been sick with a plague my son must have brought home from day care. Here's some more anniversary photos to help take back the slack.)
While Mom did all the painting and detailing, my dad was the one who did all the woodworking on projects like haunted dollhouses. Another way to put it would be to say that he did all the dangerous work. Considering himself an expert woodworker, he favored the biggest, most dangerous power tools he could find, which he would outfit with giant rusty bloodstained sawblades with long sharp teeth.