It started like this. My dad was a poor child of immigrants but was really curious and smart. After WWII he did GI bill and got educated and had some success in business before he died young. He started getting a lot of things he could never afford earlier. He would get military surplus radio things because it related to his time in service. At home or in our business there were always work benches and shops with things to do build and repair. He would always get is stuff that satisfied curiosities or that he thought would be a foundation for success. It was also a tortured relationship but now I treasure the way he wanted his kids to have knowledge and never go through some of what he did growing up poor and different by nature of an immigrant family. My childhood pals and I always had tools, solder, drill presses, welding, materials to try and make something with his home shop or going to our family business. When he got more successful he'd buy kits and books. It was a crazy growing up that was equal parts abusive and being surrounded by cool stuff. In addition to the tools and stuff my dad accumulated a lot of reference books and it was always a thrill when he took us to big city book stores. He was very mindful of my pals who didn't have that stuff and shared it. I am very thankful for that stuff. It helped my job that's in essence a high level fixer and problem solver.