This week Im shipping saws and receiving saws, some for review and some for wood class work and student aids. Ive been teaching sawing techniques this week and last, ( thanks again Dave ), reading about saw design through history and into more recent years, speaking at lengths on saw design with actual hand tool manufacturers and if that wasnt enough Im working out details on some new hand sawing items... ( more on that over the summer )You could say Im up to the teeth and enjoying every minute of it.
The shipping portion of my week involves panel saws destined for Southwestern Wisconsin.
I did an over haul on these two beauties last week and thought Id share it with you. After putting in the elbow grease Ive decided their worth sending out to get dressed by a professional.
I do enjoy putting the file to the plate and sharpening my own hand saws when they need it. My rip saws arent too bad ..??.. but cross cut tooth geometry is a little more complicated and Im the first to admit my saw sharpening isnt my strongest point.
Its something I practice but felt these two worth the extra effort.
Theyre antique Disston D-8?s and both family saws. They had fallen into that dark place under the stairs and in bad need of some work. Theyve been on my to-do list for years and years and Im happy to finally see them again and anxious to get them back to work. Ive held onto them as family heirlooms but never took the time to set them up. That changed.
The 5 1/2 ppi rip saw was my Uncle Johnnys. John Pier who lived on Keltic Dr. in Sydney River, Nova Scotia. He was a WWII veteran and growing up we were very close to him and his wife, Aunt Ivy. When I was young my father and I would visit Uncle Johnnys basement work shop and now thinking back you could have filmed horror movies down there!
The low ceiling clinging cob webs on bent nails, a few bare light bulbs to accent the jars of food preserves, empty and now recycled into storage containers nailed to the floor joists above holding sets or collections of nails, fasteners and other unimagined horrors. Uncle Johnny and Aunt Ivy both died during my first year of middle school. Johnny died one night while I was at a social event on Argyle st. in the Ship yard area of Sydney. It was Grade 7, I still remember that night like it was yesterday.
He used to wear a Tartan vest, a nice old guy with a big belly and big smile to go with it.
Funny, I had a Tartan vest for a few years
The second hand saw is also a vintage D-8 but filed at 8 ppi, Its a bit of a mystery in that it either belonged to my Grand Uncle, Stan Wadden from Matilda St. in Whitney Pier, or it came from my wifes side of the family who also had Waddens. I dont remember when or where I got this one. The initials almost look like FW. ?
Nelson Wadden, ( my sons namesake) was my wifes grand Uncle from Waddens Cove on Cape Breton Island. This was where a couple of my old hand tools came from. He was a fiddle player and lobster fisherman. I got to meet him a couple of years before he passed achoice in his little work shop in the back yard next to the vegetable garden. You can see the initials end in W but Im not sure about the first. Looks like an F but still need to figure out the origins.
Interesting that Johnnys was made at Disston Canada and the other in Philadelphia, USA.
That is whats leading me to think my wifes side of the family due to her connections in Massachusetts. The mystery will continue for now.
Heres a photo journal from last week. Ill call this bit, How to prepare an old hand saw for another generation of work.
Isnt that just the best feeling in the world?
; )A hand saw resurrection.Cheers!
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