<snip many great stories>
Stop that! You guys are making me look like a crying sissy at work!
(This is why the wreck was worth saving 'eh?)
I turn 30 this year and have been dabbling in ww for..oh..4 years or
so. I always believed that my grandfather, who passed away in '95,
could build anything. Carpentry. Finish work. Woodworking. You
name it. I can still smell the sawdust in his shop.
It wasn't until he'd been gone a few years that I really started
getting interested in ww...and I can still remember the poignancy of
the moment that I realized what he was talking about when he was
debating whether to get a jointer or a planer/moulder. The
conversation sprung to mind after I'd read a review, and I remember
thinking "I understand now, grandpa, I get it now!" (he solved his
dillema..by buying both. Good man.)
I too inherited a bucketload of tools as the only really
woodworking/tool-oriented grandchild. Even better, I have a box of
offcuts from his shop. Oak trim sticks, mostly. But a few "scrap"
drawer fronts that he'd made and tossed into the pile.
Turning them over in my hands I notice the little things now. Oak ply
edged with oak. Pretty tight miters. Bit of blow-out on the backside
of the ply. I run my hands across it and tell grandpa that he
probably shoulda used a zero clearance insert. He admonishes me that
he probably did...which is why this one was in the scrap pile. I
notice the finish and ask him what he used. Appreciate how the
rounded edges are smooth and friendly to the hands.
And I try not to mix tears with the sawdust as it hits me just how
much I miss him.