Well my apologies dear readers, I have been amiss here lately. The past couple of weeks have had me running ragged with my Dad and my day job. Pop had another short hospital stay right before he was to be discharged from rehab and was delayed a couple of days. Have since been moving him into assisted living. He’s been a great sport about all of the changes, but even good change is stressful at times. Since my last entry, tonight is the first I’ve had the energy to write.
About a week ago, I completed the other drawer pull.
And they turned out very well. I’m pleased.
The only difference on the second pull was the amount of waste material I drilled out. I removed a lot more on this pull.
I just left a little material in the corners for the pull to attach to.
This project was fun and I learned a lot. Londonderry Brasses products are awesome. A chisel can never be too sharp. I need a centering punch for locating screws. Starrett makes a nice one. I really like doing this type of work.
I have two projects going on at the moment. One, a small kitchen table for a friend and two, a step stool for another friends toddler. Be safe and stay tuned, more coming soon.
Unfortunately, I’m not going to be able to get any woodworking done tonight folks. My father, he’s 88, is sick and I’m taking care of him. It may be Sat before I get back to my bench. Don’t give up on me though. I’m close to wrapping this drawer project up and I’ve something special for the drawer pulls. Stay tuned, be safe, and say a prayer for my pop.
Ok, if I’ve managed to earn even a smidgen of credibility as a joiner wannabe over the last few months, I’m going to lose it with this post.
I’m very blessed to have a former two car garage converted into a den as my “man room” where I traded a pool table for a work bench and started my hand tool woodworking adventure a year ago. My bench was a repurposed art table I built for my wife to throw clay on. I modified it a little so I could attach a vise. At the time I knew I didn’t know what I was doing but I had to start somewhere. So I dove in. I got into hand tool woodworking because I wanted to build a guitar, and I still may someday. But I envisioned myself sitting down and working at a table. So the height of this art table, 29″, was no problem. Wrong answer. I quickly realized I would have to stand up and a table height of 29″ is too low for me, I’m 5’10”. So my bench began to rise. I started out with one 2×4 under the legs. And then two 2x4s, and then a 4×4, and then a 4×4 with a 2×4. The last iteration convinced me I needed to come up with a sturdier support system. Just recently I knocked the bench off of the boards by trying to move it.
I needed extensions attached permanently, or securely, to the bench legs. After work Mon, I picked out some of the reclaimed pallet wood I used for the first step stool. It’s 1×3 red oak and I got two pieces for each leg. I lifted the bench with a car floor jack to a height of just over 35″ and screwed on a board to each side of each leg. I loved it.
My wife did too. Not. She said it looked real redneck. I said thank you. After a weekend of exacting detail on step stool no. 2, this little exercise was a welcome change. I didn’t even square the saw cuts. I held the board against the leg, drilled two pilot holes and drove in two deck screws. Next. And they work! It’s nothing to show off in Popular Woodworking, but it is serving the purpose for me. It’s allowing me to find that perfect bench height before I build a proper work bench. And I can safely move my bench around now.
I also rearranged my work area a little by moving my bench upagainst a wall and under a window.
I now have an open area large enough to begin working on a Roubo bench. Stay tuned and be safe.
Growing up in Wichita Falls in the late 60s and early 70s (I’m 52), my brother and I we’re fortunate enough to have our maternal grandmother just a few blocks away. We would often walk or ride our bikes to her house and spent quite a bit of time there. She had this magical old detached garage at the back of the lot. She loved to garden and watch birds so there was a small secret window you could open to watch birds at the fountain. An old wooden work bench with a leg vise was in one corner but the coolest item was an old green tool chest. The lid was heavy, for a 6yr old anyway, and the inside smelled funny, but oh the tools inside! Stuff I had no idea what they were used for, except for the long corkscrew things. I knew they were something for a drill of some kind.
As the years went by, I learned that my mom’s grandfather was a carpenter and these tools belonged to him. He worked off and on at Sheppard AFB. My grandmother died in ’76 and we moved into the house and the green chest was always there. Then in 1998 mom retired and sold the house. My two uncles came and got most of the tools, except for a few that my wise brother managed to sneak away, one of which is this drill.
Ever since I can remember, I’ve always known I wanted to make things with my hands. My mom had a college degree but my dad didn’t. although they both knew the value of an education as children of the depression. Naturally they encouraged my brother and I to go to college and we have 4 degrees between us. However, genes and human instincts are powerful forces. I still want to make things with my hands and in doing so I feel at home with myself. This Yankee 1530A egg beater drill means the world to me. It’s a family legacy and tradition passed down. And I’m proud and tickled to death to carry the tradition on with myself and my children. Here’s to woodworking and making stuff with our hands. Check back tomorrow for more.
Made it to the hardware store and got the correct screws. They are on and it’s done! Whoop!
They work too.
I hope everyone that is celebrating Thanksgiving has a wonderful day tomorrow. I’m off to make some gumbo. More to come Thu or Fri. Stay tuned!
It was really cold in the Falls last Sat so I started a fire in my man cave. You know to set the mood for my wood working. HA! I had 2 trash cans full of shavings from planing and I’ve heard they are very flammable. So I just had to see for myself. They are. These shavings are poplar from my Dutch Tool Chest.
I took the handles
to work and sand blasted them in preparation for black oxide plating.
And I’m glad I did. The original plating was not very thick and came off in a snap. Unfortunately, my friend at the plating line did not get them done today. Hopefully Tue.
So tonight I worked on a dove tail marking gage I’ve been wanting for a while. At the tool chest class I attended, a couple of people had gages that allowed them to mark the slant and horizontal lines without repositioning the gage. What’s a little movement huh? For some people probably not much, for me, I thought I needed one.
I used a nice little strip of red oak I had stashed for a while. About 1.5″ wide by 3/8″ thick. I wanted a gage that would let me mark tails on 2 by lumber. When I write about my saw bench, you’ll see what I mean.
The 2 pieces are about 1-3/4″ in length with 1 tail.
I’m getting better with these things,because it didn’t take me long to get everything cut and fitted.
The gage on the left is a Paul Sellers style, one of the first things I made this year. I’ll let you know how the two compare after I’ve used them for a while. Tomorrow, I install handles,hopefully. Stay tuned, more to come.