I didn't want to get into a discussion of "Makers" versus everyone else, especially here in the MakerPro forums. Makers make things, and most makers probably don't care to know why the things they make work, if indeed they do work. I have been "playing" with electronics for a very long time, but a few years ago the term "Maker" was relatively new to me. I associated it with those who post on forums that feature "monkey see, monkey do" type projects, usually with some sort of (usually incorrect) explanation of what is going on. I tend to avoid this type of person, unless they express a desire to actually learn something about electronics.
I believe that electronics can be a hobby as well as an avocation, and it's okay if someone wants to combine the two. For me, it started with my grandfather in the late 1950s, who was a retired West Virginia coal mine electrician. He got me interested in electricity, and frequent trips to the library with my grandmother helped me to learn something about it. In the 1950s I haunted the alleys behind radio and television repair shops for discarded tubes and for discarded radio and television receivers, the latter of which I could either salvage for parts or attempt to repair. So in one sense, it started as a hobby for me that gradually led to a career in electronics.
I never thought much about it as a hobby, not having the wherewithal as a youngster to support my "hobby," as most hobbyist are want to do. For example, Dad and I once tried to build and fly model airplanes. I started out with a simple Revell plastic kit model of a non-flying F-104 Starfighter airplane (my favorite jet fighter at the time), painting and gluing the parts together. Then Dad gave me a small flying model of the Spirit of St. Louis that was flown with an 0.049 glow-plug internal combustion engine. This was easy to assemble but I had no idea of how to actually fly it. Our next model was a much larger airplane, size suitable for radio remote control, but we were going to use hand-held control-line wires to fly it. We spent most of one winter building this model.
At this time (late 1950s), Dad had access to a lot of airmen at Lowry AFB in Denver, CO, who were also model airplane enthusiasts. Dad was helping to "stand up" the first classes of the Air Force Academy at Lowry before the academy in Colorado Springs was completed. After we built the model, we took it to an area on the base that was devoted to flying model airplanes. We didn't have a clue what to do, so we turned the plane over to someone who claimed to know how to fly it. In his first attempt at taking off, the plane did a nose dive into the tarmac that destroyed the airplane.
We never did find out what had happened, but we had probably messed up with one of the linkages that controlled the elevator flaps on the wings. This experience took the wind out of our sails and led to our abandonment of further attempts to fly model airplanes. Dad went back to flying in B-47 bombers and I went back to playing around with electronics.
I still have "learning to fly a real airplane" on my bucket list, and fortunately Venice airport is nearby. All I need for my sports pilot license is some money for ground training and flying time. Don't even need to pass a physical exam since sport pilots are not allowed to fly with passengers. Of course this would all come second to saving money for my amateur radio hobby
My father didn't really appreciate my electronics hobby. He considered it a waste of time because I didn't actually produce anything useful while I was "playing around" with electronics, taking apart radios and television sets to obtain parts for experimentation and education. I suppose model airplanes was a worthy pursuit (until it wasn't) but electroncis as a hobby was not acceptable.
I had been slowly acquiring test equipment for which Dad could see no use. By saving money from a paper route, mowing lawns, and washing and waxing cars I was able to purchase a kit RCA Vacuum Tube Volt Meter (VTVM) that I found was necessary for measuring potentials in high-impedance vacuum tube circuits. Later, I added an EICO 460K kit Oscilloscope, necessary to observe AC wave forms; various Heathkit audio and radio frequency signal generators; an Heathkit RCL bridge with a "magic eye" null detector. And many boxes of used electronic components salvaged from discarded radio and television chassis.
This was all just an accumulation of junk as far as my father was concerned. Of course, he only had a practical knowledge of electricity acquired from his father. Dad knew diddly about electronics, although the airplanes he flew in relied heavily on electronics. As a navigator/bombardier on B-47 bombers, he was basicallyt a "monkey see, monkey do" appliance operator. He was sort of like people today who flip on a light switch with absolutely no understanding of what is happening if the lamp lights, and no idea of how to troubleshoot and correct the problem if it doesn't light... replace the light bulb or reset the circuit breaker is about the extent of their knowledge of electricity. Or maybe pay the power and light bill if all else fails.
I actually did work part-time, after school, in a TV repair shop. Televisions were beginning to go solid state and soon it was cheaper to replace defective TVs insteads of repairing them. Folks would drop their sets off for a repair estimate and then abandon them after finding out how much it would cost to repair them. I was given the "opportunity" to repair those sets so the shop owner could sell them later. I didn't earn much money, but I did learn a lot about the radio and television repair business... enough to know that this wasn't the career path for me.
About this same time, silicon controlled rectifiers (SCRs) were becoming popular and affordable, so I decided to build an incandescent lamp dimmer, based on articles I had read in Popular Electronics or maybe Electronics Illustrated. This went well: I used money from my paper route to purchase a nice Bud box, a finned heat sink, an SCR and some power semiconductor diodes along with the "glue" components needed to make it all work. I really didn't know much about what I was building (still a dumb teenager), but the project was successful.
Dad seemed impressed that I had put together something useful. I hooked it up to his favorite reading lamp, next to his living room chair, and demonstrated how it worked. A few years later, wall-mounted light dimmers became available in big-box home improvement stores for the DIY public, at a price much less than the cost of the parts I used for this project. Some time after that I got real electronics training, courtesy of the U.S. Air Force, after graduating from high school and signing up for a four-year enlistment. Of course the "fine print" on the enlistment documents said four years was a minimum term of enlistment. Uncle Sam could actually use my services for as long as the Government felt it was necessary. I was so "green" in May 1963 that I didn't even realize there was a war going on in some place called Viet Nam.
And after my initial enlistment term was over, I still had a two-year Inactive Reserve obligation before I was Honorably Discharged, but I did not have to do anything except keep my address up-to-date with Uncle Sam. So, a month after I was separated from the Air Force, I talked my way into a real electronics technician job at the University of Dayton Research Institute (UDRI). Later I earned a Bachelor of Electrical Engineering degree (BEE, 1978, University of Dayton) on their dime (I only had to buy my text books) while working full-time and attending classes part-time.
It took awhile (ten years) to finally graduate, and another year after that to find a job as a newly-minted electrical engineer, but I worked in an "Ivory Tower" from June 1967 until the summer of 1978. I was the envy of most of the techs I worked with because my military service exempted me from being drafted. They had to stay on their toes and work hard to avoid losing their cushy "exempt because of National Security" jobs and becoming subject to the draft. People that were drafted were immediately sent to Viet Nam, where a lot of them were dying like crazy. I thank my Guardian Angel that I was able to avoid that.
Of course I continued my electronics hobby after graduating from Meadowdale high school in the Spring of 1963. I became an Federal Communcations Commisssion (FCC) licensed Novice amateur radio operator, call-sign WN8UTJ, in 1966 while serving in the Air Force. The license expired after a year and was not renewable. I had to either upgrade to a Technician or General class license or get off the air. So I remained off-the-air until 2013 when I finally tested successfully for the Amateur Extra class license. Also passed the Technician and General tests at the same sitting. It helped me that the FCC dropped the Morse Code proficiency requirement to obtain an amateur radio license. I enjoyed CW (Morse Code) conversations (QSOs) as a Novice, and after a year my code speed was more than fast enough to pass the General test. But after my enlistment ended, I would have had to drive to Columbus, OH, to an FCC field office to test in person before an FCC examiner. That didn't happen because a job, family, and school took all my available time. So now, several decades later, I need to re-learn Morse Code... not because I have to, but because I want to. Morse Code will generally get through when all else fails.
At the November 2023 meeting of the Tamiami Amateur Radio Club (TARC), I was presented a certificate from the Quarter Century Wireless Association (QCWA) for 55 years of participation in amateur radio. In 2023 I renewed my amateur radio license for another ten years. My next goal is to live long enough to receive a 60 year certificate.
I haven't found a way to earn a home-based income as an electronics hobbyist. Some hams sell stuff to make a little side income, but it is not something I am interested in doing. If I could afford to rent a facility, I would like to teach electronics to young people to perhaps get them interested in either amateur radio or a career in electronics. These would be small one-on-one classes with combinations of classroom instruction and a hands-on electronics laboratory. No complicated maths, just some algebra and simple trigonometry for ages from perhaps thirteen to thirty. Still exploring this by acting as an "Elmer" or mentor to new hams at monthly TARC meetings. Mail-order courses in electronics were a heavily advertised in popular electronics magazines when I was growing up, but I haven't seen any advertised lately. Perhaps with the demise of mom-and-pop repair shops no one wants this sort of instruction anymore. Or maybe there is no interest in amateur radio because everyone now has a cell phone that can call anyone, anywhere, in the world... and access to the Internet for social media communications.