I really didn't think of what I was doing at the time...they were called "preemy coffins" and while I knew they were for babies I really wasn't aware of the ramifications until much later in life.
I remember two different hand drills I was taught to use. One was a small, one handed handle push type for fine drilling. The other was a "brace drill" it had a crutch type brace that you placed your shoulder on, like bracing a rifle, and used the upper body pressure applied while using one hand to hold the bits position and the other for the hand crank...like a hand egg beater. They worked well, once you learned how to properly use them, but boy oh boy was it great when the electric drill came along...I was also taught how to sharpen a drill bit...not an easy chore.
My dad also taught me how to properly use, care for and sharpen, chisels and hand planes of all sorts and sizes...I loved sharpening them but boy was it hard, for a while, to get the blade in and the angle properly set on the planes. I still have one of my dad's planes. It is still in perfect shape and I use it often.
Also taught the importance, to my butt's displeasure, of not using your father's best finish hammer to drive spikes...pay back came decades later when I came home from work one day to find my son, maybe nine, and his friend in the back yard "breaking rocks" with my best hammers...sigh...up side I got to buy two new hammers.
Good tools, properly maintained, last a lifetime and work so well it is a joy to use them...when you know how LOL.