My grandpa, after his career with the circus and owning and operating movie theaters and a short foray into the burlesque business, settled down for the rest of his life to being a painter and wallpaper hanger.
He was a master at both, but if paperhanging were an Olympic sport, he would have taken Gold, Silver AND Bronze.
He was a small man, barely 5'5" and sinewy, but he could handle those incredibly heavy ladders and platforms like The Incredible Hulk.
Back then, wallpaper was just that....paper...and you had to brush on the paste and get that paper up on the wall FAST and RIGHT the first time or you would have wasted the paper.
There was no repositioning like there is with today's vinyl-backed paper.
That little man could slap a 12' section of wallpaper up and line up the seams (and the patterns) like an artist. He was the Rembrandt of paper and paint.
Paint? Oh, that man could paint a wall smoother than a baby's bottom.
Me, I never got the gene.