The old time woodshop journals #37: Woodworkers thoughts by way of world works

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Blog entry by jjw5858 posted 12-06-2012 10:43 PM 1457 reads 0 times favorited 2 comments Add to Favorites Watch
« Part 36: Additional training in treenware Part 37 of The old time woodshop journals series Part 38: Woodworker's Revival »

The birch wood I rescued was fast sawn and put to work from hatchet to knives. I eagerly progressed through this grain I had been longing to find shaping my first spoon of this species hoping the sheer victory of acquiring it may lead to something new and improved.

I have been trying to look at more classic spoon designs, and realized my quest has been interrupted due to my lack of taking enough wood away…lol. I guess my fears were discovered as I tossed through my tote of past creations and each one was just too thick.

Isn’t it funny how we really need to take a few steps back now and then to see the progress…or even sometimes a lack there of.

But I surely was not fussed over the discovery just determined to try and render it with an improved approach.


I am sure that I may share a common bond between many of you out there in the world of woodworkers in that we want to try so many different projects from cabinets and chairs, to finally getting that new workbench made.

For my own opinions worth this is where I see the great commonality of woodwork and being a musician….you can never in ones lifetime get to all of it…or learn it all. That can be a reality taken in a few directions but I would say for me I continue to try and be thankful and satisfied with all that I have learned in the last 2 and half years in my leap into woodwork.

I have obviously found a wonderful expression and growing skill in my spoon making but I would be lying if I said I did not feel guilty neglecting my Woodright Galoots Library….and trust me….it’s at the finish line too!

But the holidays are fast moving celebrations anymore as I grow older. The wonders of being 7 years old again and having that great impatience of being told Christmas is 3 months away ….3 months away!!!!???? Wasn’t that an eternity for most kids?

The woodwork for me I would agree has taken some lost good spirit of the holidays and kindly replaced it in my soul. I am like anyone else easily swept off into the fast paced needed it yesterday world and would submit that my attitudes on many things have gotten a bit sour. There’s an ironic fascination in realizing that as I grow older, seeing some of todays younger people I have somehow become the judge of what I was only fifteen years before. I think father time enjoys a good laugh now and then. But I love a good laugh as much as I can get one and I would say it’s about the best medicine there is that does not have fifteen side

The ever so welcoming world of marketing jargon has surely been more than accommodating in presenting our frazzled minds with worthless worries. From stomach, back, sleep, sex drive, rashes, teeth! If you don’t have it, trust me there are more than plenty of ways for business suits to try and bustle their strategies to commercialize that YOU DO HAVE IT…and may need to see your doctor…..NOW…..lmao!

When did listening to your body and making simple judgments get exchanged for increased subliminal message commercial blitzkrieg. Again I turn to the woods and let some of those questions answer themselves.

I have made up my mind that I do not want to proceed so hurriedly into the world of technology without having a grasp for these far stronger and important elements of green grass and grains of wood. I feel when I am more than willing to set those basic good elements of life away for only gadgets that need recharging I and all of us lose something of a hidden treasure.


I still enjoy the feel of a book in my hands, pages tattered, yellowed yet bound by the bindery.
Walking before an open path with various trees unfolding their welcome to my future footsteps not needing a treadmills programmed visual excursion to help persuade my lazy impatience.
I enjoy a handful of friends that I call because I enjoy talking to them without updating my every boring move with icons exposing my lack of being personable.
Holding a door for a stranger and just saying hi because it’s become a lost art of simple courtesy.

We have been bloated with great amounts of technological blunder, with applications handheld in our stressed sweaty palms that tell us the speed of light or how to cook dinner and yet somehow there is a growing number of drivers that rarely engage in using a turn signal so they do not end up in an accident….lol. We are funny people.

But then again I did say…... I love a good laugh as much as I can get one.

I suppose I should keep with the grains. Keep trying to render my good spirit and share that with the good folks that get it.

Be well friends and thanks for stopping by!


The cabin was made of Christmas, the tree soared to the roof
The needles lay beneath the shape, of the evergreen strong and true

Those old oak logs a vision, of timbers keeping tune
The moon shines down the snow drift, stars sing midnight blue

Those were the days of glory, faded none the less
The memories unjaded, those times were all the best

Santa a secret dream, soaring in his machine
From fireplace to childs face, this is what Christmas means

Never lose your wonder, and take hold of your gift
To help a troubled brother, to give his soul a lift

We hurry and we worry, to make our Christmas theme
But don’t forget the purpose, to give to those who need

Only you’ll know Christmas, if you still believe
The season is a riddle, the answer never seen

Never old or weary, when you have your spirit
Send a merry Christmas so all the world can here it!

The sleigh is strong and plenty, the toys are tried and true
The elves worked hard and hungry, their benches worn and hewed

Oh the carpenter loves his tools, the north pole knows them many
Stanleys, disstons, rows of benches, woodwork more than ready

For in the northest poles, the workers have the best
Christmas time is soon along, Santa needs his rest

Trains, planes, buses or cars, put them all away
Ups or federal express, have no work this day

His winter nap was long and well, the sleigh is suited proudly
Reindeer clear the snow filled path, the jolly laugh roars loudly

Rest your worries worn in flannel, warm your frosty beds
Santas sleigh is on it’s way, soon above our heads

Those old oak logs were freezing, as night became a snow
But somehow they were filled with heat the morning we awoke

The tree was filled with presents, a letter was attached
I went to read its message, see who’s gift it matched

“The cabin was made of Christmas” the pen etched as the start
“I filled the oak with Christmas hopes, because it’s in your heart”

© JJWDesigns

-- "Always continue to learn, laugh and share!" JJW

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Jim Jakosh

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#1 posted 12-06-2012 11:58 PM

Boy you sure so some great work with hand tools. Nice projects!!...............Jim

-- Jim Jakosh.....Practical Wood Products...........Learn something new every day!! Variety is the Spice of Life!!

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Monte Pittman

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#2 posted 12-07-2012 02:00 AM

Your hand tool work is an inspiration. It’s also continuing to improve.

-- Nature created it, I just assemble it.

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