As I have been digging around the barn to get her dolled up I have been finding all sorts of stuff, I didn’t know I had. I know, I know. But alot of todays stuff, would have been mixed in with other stuff. And lots of it, from my Father, and his father. The concept that these tools were used by the generations before me is far more than romantic. Its eye opening.
Funny thing about age, at a younger age you don’t appreciate what age has taught others. I regret not noticing it. Deeply regret it. But as I go through old boxes of stuff. I have been peeling away a little more of my DNA.
I do recall my father and grandfather the Admiral, always oiling tools. And guess what, it sure paid off. Cause these are like new. So I cleaned each one, put linseed oil on the wood, and a light grease on the metal.
Now I will set up an area in the new Barn Gallery for a display of the old family jewels I found in my drawers.