Time travel is possible through bringing old tools back to life. Most of these tools belonged to Elizabeth’s grandfather. The final reconditioning of the steel needed my pneumatic bronze finishing tools, and an old stick of rouge. There were plenty of other tools resurrected today, but these are the primo.
This old oak wood bench mysteriously entered the Myers family back in the 1960’s. It had been a well-used bench in its life before appearing to Walt; it might be from Ohio family or possibly from a shop. From the old hardware I would guess it is at least 75 years old.
Last week I refurbished the top using clamps and wood glue and wood filler and a palm sander and sealer.
Today I spent three hours getting the clamps to operate smoothly. The metal clamp on the Front L was a lesson of WD40 & wire brush & steel wool & white grease; it now pulls out smoothly and cranks back in like new. The wooden square clamp on the R-end had lost a carriage bolt and sagged to the front. The old bolt had split the top, and dropped out unnoticed long ago. I used a 600lb lever clamp to pull it all together again, then drilled out the old hole for a new carriage bolt, and used a forstner bit to counter sink the head. Once the bolt was in place I set in a 3.5″ self tapping deck screw horizontally from the face to back the bolt and hold the old split together.
Scrubbing with laquer thinner and steel wool for the entire wooden body came next. The steel wool would turn solid with hard grime if left to sit. The blackened varnish lifted away in a few passes. I popped out the wood pins holding it together and lubricated the hinges that allow it to fold flat, then just cleaned the pins and reseated them. The entire piece was then rubbed down with bowling alley wax and buffed out.
The tough little unit is ready for a new era of helping out Danger.
We had a few pods arrive all the way from Wichita. Kaye & Walt are downsizing out of the home they raised the girls in, so consequently we are down-openspacing (also know as clutterfucking). The best thing is, now we have a Pony. Maybe I should get my dad’s saddle back from my sister…
A big 80mph snow-wind nearly took down the trumpet vine awhile back. A previous post shows my temporary solution to keep it standing. This week a permanent solution went up. First the 4×4″ x12′ pole went 40″ in the ground with a concrete footing and was left to cure for a day and a half. Yesterday the angled bracing went in, with supports under the major “Eagle’s Nest”, and for the big woody vine bodies. I added the long beam at the top so the vine can continue to climb. This morning I fired up the chainsaw and removed the shattered trunk of the old cherry tree. The big vines follow the negative-space contour of the burl-covered old trunk (a fat section appears in the background of a few images). Bonus: it bases an aluminum sculpture from my MFA show!