forefathers lost, great tools found.
Hi, I was posting pics of my workshop last night, and it got me to thinking about my old tools. I posted some of those thoughts in the description of my shop, but then decided they may be more appropriate in a blog, so… -My father was not handy. Dad had a hard time figuring out what end of a nail goes into the wood, LOL. However, when my grandad passed in ‘91 (I was 17), dad inherited all of grampa’s tools. Gramps was a pattern maker by trade and gunsmith by hobby. He had an extensive hadge-podge of metal and woodworking tools that dad had no idea what to do with, nor ambition to learn. Out of nostalgia I suppose, dad hung on to all of it anyway, letting it rust...
