Galt (from galtwoodworking.com) ; Woodworking
would be best described as an out of control hobby. Operations take place in a large dedicated two-car garage in Yuma Arizona.
I have outlived every piece of furniture we ever bought and with the rare exception any store bought furniture
these days will not be able to exceed the expectations of our modern disposable society. The furniture that leaves my shop
is expected to outlive me, my children, grandchildren and their children’s children. Such craftsmanship is not cheap.
You can buy pretty and even sturdy functional furniture, but don’t have any expectations to pass it down through the
generations.
I don’t have expectations of internet sales and I am actually adverse to selling to folks I
can’t look in the eye or at least talk to. This site is meant to be an introduction to the products and me. We can talk
sales and delivery later on.
My woodworking interests began out of necessity in 1995 with a new home and a bunch
of Marines who deserved some decent going away mementos that were not made of pressed wood and vinyl. I was fortunate to have
a close friend take me in and show me the basics and eventually talked me into some woodworking classes at Palomar College
in San Diego County. The rest is history. Over time I have read up on and gained an appreciation for Arts and Crafts styled
furniture. I appreciate the sturdy exposed joinery that is one of the hallmarks of Arts and Crafts furniture. The joinery
is an indicator of the craftsmanship of the piece and of the craftsman. Not too many places to hide your mistakes or bolster
the design weaknesses with nuts and bolts and stamped steel.
Thanks to the Marine Corps, my family and I were afforded
worldwide exposure; we moved 23 times in the past 34 years. The last move was into Yuma from San Diego in 2005. The majority
of our furniture also made the move 23 times – except this last time. After parking the truck in the front and once
again picking up the aging furniture, we looked each other in the eye and at the same time spied the dumpster one driveway
down the street. The majority of the furniture remained in San Diego with a promise that I would build her some new stuff
in the new shop in Yuma. It’s coming along…
