One of the very first tools I ever owned was this….
I have quite forgotten how I even acquired it. I suspect it was given to me sometime in the early 1970s as a birthday or Christmas gift from one of my older siblings.
I had no clue about what to do with it.
Though I was deeply involved in the hobby of model rocketry around this time, I wasn’t into woodworking, and had no use for a drill that size. Especially a hand drill.
I eventually acquired some bits for it, and recall immediately pinching my fingers in the gears in an attempt to use it for drilling a hole.
“Ow…Piece o’ crap!!! “
The accursed thing got tossed into a box, never to see the light of day again.
Over the next couple of decades, life happened: a family was started, a career was established, homes were bought.
That old orange eggbeater stayed with me the whole time, albeit packed away in a box along with other never used items. I’m not really sure why it didn’t get tossed onto a table at one of our garage sales along the way. All of my homeowner drilling needs were then being adequately met by powered drills.
The early 90s saw me growing a keen interest in woodworking. But it was all about power tools.
I began building up my garage workshop and producing projects. A nice pegboard tool wall was installed over the workbench. All of my tools could now proudly hang on that pegboard.
Even the little orange eggbeater came out of its long exile and managed to land a spot on that tool wall.
But, I still had no clue about what to do with it. And I still remembered the blood blister it gave me.
So, there it hung, never once being used for anything. It got taken down occasionally by one or another of the kids who wanted something to play with while they were hanging around with me in the garage.
That was its sole function.
Now, fast forward to 2012.
My woodworking journey took an abrupt turn into the world of Neanderthalism.
This new sensation was sparked when I inherited a box of old tools that were my grandfather’s.
Almost overnight I found myself gleefully seeking out old rusty tools at yard sales and flea markets.
I researched these tools on the Wonderful World Wide Web…
I began learning to fettle, refurbish, repair, sharpen, and use these artifacts.
It was then that it happened. I took notice of the old orange eggbeater hanging on the wall…the one that I had shunned and spurned for so many years.
I took it down…cleaned off some dust and grime with a toothbrush…squirted some light oil around its working parts. I spun the drive gear, and watched it whir more quietly and smoothly than I ever remembered seeing it do before. Then I chucked up a bit and proceeded to drill a test hole in a piece of scrap wood.
It performed efficiently and perfectly.
And it didn’t pinch my fingers!
Now, this old eggbeater has found new life, enjoying a prominent place in the handsawgeek workshop, seeing nearly daily use.
I have no idea what make or model this thing is. There are no manufacturer’s marks on it whatsoever.
A total unknown.
But it proudly shares a shelf alongside my Goodell-Pratts and Millers Falls…..