I noticed an item the other day that I generally take for granted or otherwise don’t notice. It occured to me that I have dragged it all over the country with me, through high school, on to college, moving on to my first job. I have had it in every place I have ever lived. I use it in the house and in the garage. It was my first formal introduction to a lot of different woodworking tools. I always had an interest in working with my hands and working with wood and this was one of the two projects I built in woodshop when I was in the 8th grade. (I am not sure what happened to the mallard duck whirly-gig I made but I assume the wings flew off of that thing many many years ago.)
23 years later, it’s a little beat up but otherwise in fine shape. There is nothing fancy about it. I think we glued and screwed it together and used wood plugs to fill the counterbored holes. I believe the finish on the pine was nothing more than polyurethane. The boards were cut with a handsaw and it was the 1st time I ever used a bandsaw to cut the curves. All the roundovers were done with rasps. I can’t even remember if we sanded it at all.
I just thought it was kind of cool when I realized how old it was and it really brought me back to my childhood. Good times.
-- Good Judgement Comes From Experience. Experience Comes From Bad Judgement.