J.A.S
Established Member
Ladies and Gentlemen,
having lurked in the ether for some weeks, I thought it was about time to register, and to come out of the closet and admit my addiction to old hand tools.
I began to dabble with woodwork recently, as a way to distract myself from extended sick leave from my post-graduate course, and bought a cheap table saw. It was soon sent back, as was its successor. I mucked about with a router, but found jig-making and set-up time irritating, while the noise and filth it created were almost intolerable.
A wonderful discovery was then made: my grandfather's pre-war tool chest, filled with his, and my great grandfather's, cabinet making jewels, which would have been more numerous were it not for the sinking of my grandfather's destroyer by a Stuker.
This beautiful collection of tools immediately lifted my spirits, and began to seduce me. Among them was was a tired-looking Bailey no.4, which I decided to restore. That did it. Countless hours later, it's taking absurdly thin shavings, and using it is pure bliss. However, I never seem actually to be doing any woodwork: I'm contstantly cleaning, fettling, electrolysing (sp?); mettle filings are permanently embedded in my fingers, while a smell of a curious wd-40 and wax mixture never seems to leave me. I am an addict.
My apologies if the above if is self-indulgent and makes me sound as daft as a brush. Anyway, my query follows.
In a dark corner of the garage, I discovered a turn-of-the-century Disston 10" backsaw, minus 3/4 of its handle, and have made a temporary replacement. However, the blade also needs attention. I had considered sending the saw to Tom Law in the States, but have since found out that he's retired from his legendary practice. I thus wondered whether the recent forum discussion on saw doctors had borne fruit.
Thanks for your patience, and my apologies again if I sound like a crack-pot.
J.A.S
having lurked in the ether for some weeks, I thought it was about time to register, and to come out of the closet and admit my addiction to old hand tools.
I began to dabble with woodwork recently, as a way to distract myself from extended sick leave from my post-graduate course, and bought a cheap table saw. It was soon sent back, as was its successor. I mucked about with a router, but found jig-making and set-up time irritating, while the noise and filth it created were almost intolerable.
A wonderful discovery was then made: my grandfather's pre-war tool chest, filled with his, and my great grandfather's, cabinet making jewels, which would have been more numerous were it not for the sinking of my grandfather's destroyer by a Stuker.
This beautiful collection of tools immediately lifted my spirits, and began to seduce me. Among them was was a tired-looking Bailey no.4, which I decided to restore. That did it. Countless hours later, it's taking absurdly thin shavings, and using it is pure bliss. However, I never seem actually to be doing any woodwork: I'm contstantly cleaning, fettling, electrolysing (sp?); mettle filings are permanently embedded in my fingers, while a smell of a curious wd-40 and wax mixture never seems to leave me. I am an addict.
My apologies if the above if is self-indulgent and makes me sound as daft as a brush. Anyway, my query follows.
In a dark corner of the garage, I discovered a turn-of-the-century Disston 10" backsaw, minus 3/4 of its handle, and have made a temporary replacement. However, the blade also needs attention. I had considered sending the saw to Tom Law in the States, but have since found out that he's retired from his legendary practice. I thus wondered whether the recent forum discussion on saw doctors had borne fruit.
Thanks for your patience, and my apologies again if I sound like a crack-pot.
J.A.S