My grandfather had a gasoline powered rototiller too. He knew how to fix almost anything, and loved making things. He also grew a garden to feed himself and my grandmother. My grandmother had boxes and boxes of canning recipes, and she preserved everything they didn't eat immediately. I used to go out into their garden and eat seven or eight raw leeks per trip. My grandpa thought they had a massive gopher infestation or something until he smelled me coming into the house one day...
