This could start as a tool gloat, and really should be, but will eventually become a project.
Because I can’t seem to write briefly, succinctly, or other synonyms for short, I’ll just go with it. I’ve mentioned before that my father was the one who inspired me to woodworking. It was something he did to either save money, to make money with restored antiques, or to repair things around the house with a bit of flair thrown in for good measure.
Over the years he collected tools through trade or the rare purchase new. Woodworking continued as one of dad’s hobbies until six years ago. Two days after my daughter’s 2nd birthday dad had a stroke. Despite rapid response from emergency personnel, and the administration of the clot breaking drug, it hit him hard. The first two weeks after the stroke we didn’t know if he’d live. But he survived, losing the use of the left side of his body and his speech.
Dad is tough, and stubborn though. Through the years he’s moved from a walker, to a cane to a shuffling walk on his own without assistance. He can manage single words in response, and occasionally surprises us with a sentence every now and again. This summer he turned back to wood turning as a hobby, and is quite capable turning pens and other spindle works with one good left hand and his right hand holding the tool on the rest.
This last weekend dad made a decision about a few of his tools that he cannot safely use anymore.
His Rockwell 4” 7 130 Jointer. The motor is good, the belt needs to be replaced, and the drive shaft is bent or the pulley is on crooked, it’s going to be a bit of work to get this beast back together and functional.
But then there was this:
I just need to replace the blades on this one…and get it on some sort of stand, and find some room for it.
But the best part of it, to me was this gem.
It’s in great order, with very little rust. The irons have a patina on them, but are still sharp. This was something dad picked up as part of a collection, but used anyway. This to me is the true treasure. He used this before he ever thought of buying a router, he stored it behind glass when he wasn’t using it. He handed it to me with a squeeze on the shoulder, and the understanding that I get use out of it, and keep it in the family.
Once the shop is ready, I’ll have a cabinet for it and my other planes owned, or yet to be purchased. I can guarantee you, the door will be framed glass.
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