Jeffrey Good

I was a summer person in the late 1940s when I met my future husband. His father was a mason and my family needed a chimney repair at our house. The father and another son, Andrew, came over to do the work. One day, Andrew asked me to go to dinner and said, "Do you mind if I bring my brother along?"

People say, "I couldn't possibly do what you do. Thank you so much for doing this." I turn around and I say, "I love my job" — because that is the truth.

I was born in Brunswick in 1954. My parents built a camp down on the shore on Harpswell Neck, and that led me to settle here as an adult. I was never much of a good student, so after one year of college, I found myself looking for work and an offer came from a family friend to learn carpentry.