I grew up on a farm just outside of the little town of Quill Lake, Saskatchewan. My dad was a farmer, but he liked to collect and tinker with old cars in his personal time. Back in the late 60's, he had an old one-room school house moved to the farm to use as a shop for his tools and parts. As a kid, I never understood why he had a school house for a shop. Why did he not have a shop like everybody else? But now, I can have a greater appreciation for the fact that there is a school house on the farm. And not everybody can say they have that!