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I had a great Christmas. I spent time in the woodshop with my 9 year old Grandson, Andrew. He lives out-of-state, therefore this shop time has been in the planning for some months.
We spent time over three days, making a total of six pens and a cutting board. And yes, I taught him each step. I painstakingly explained each step, showing him the correct way to do the step, SAFELY. Of course, I would not let him use the table saw, but he used most every other tool required to build these item. The tools I taught him to use were the bandsaw, lathe, belt sander, drum sander, drill press, drill motor, orbital sander, router, clamps, and vise. At no time was he allowed to use any tool without first having a complete expaination of how to use it, SAFELY. I was ALWAYS at his shoulder.
The first day, we nearly completed two pens and started the cutting board. The next day we completed the pens, and worked upon the the cutting board. The third day we made two pens complete, and finished the cutting board. The cutting board was ‘pinned’ with 8 maple dowels, each 3/8” D x 3.25”L
This kid was STU=PEN=DOUS. He never disputed, never lost attention, never complained of the 40 degree temp in the shop. He never wanted to stop, but I forced him to take breaks, when I would explain another step or review again a saftey issue.
When he was done, he went to his two brothers and his father and presented each with a hand made pen. And the cutting board was given to his mother. He also made a pen to give to his teacher. He is keeping two, a thin-line Carob and a Wall-Street III of highly figured Claro Walnut. His older brothers both could not believe their ‘Baby Brother’ could do something that spectactular.
By the way, the woods used were Citrus (Spalted Valencia Orange), Carob, and figured Claro Walnut in the pens. The cutting board was of Rock Maple and Claro Walnut.
When leaving to return home, he asked if he could come this next summer and make more pens, a chess board, and some chess men. When leaving, he had to duck to get out of the door. He must have been at least 8’ tall. His feet were at least three feet off the floor!
I succeeded in doing one very important thing. I gave him the confidence in knowing that “Yes I Can!” And just maybe, I have instilled the beginnings of the love of fine woodworking.
-- Rustfever, Central California