I call it Farmer mind. I got a dose of it growing up. We had to try to figure out how to do things to avoid going to the store. Town was too far away to be useful so we did a lot of our own repairs. Dad was also good at welding and fabricatingHis mom would kill and process enough chickens to make lunch for the field hands.... They raved so much that when Grandma and grandpa moved to Yuma Arizona she opened up a Restaurant... I think dad was about twelve by then. I suspect her asthma got the best of her there...
He was a very quick study on how to do things.
deb