Private Lugnutz
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On the Woodworker's Vise sub-thread...
Not to insinuate my father as the font of originality, but his vises sat flush, and he did not use permanent jaw faces. Ask me how I know? One of my brothers' and my chores was cleaning up his shop. Old school kind of dad, we think he thought this was a sort of apprenticeship. It included putting things back where they belonged, including stray tools, screws, etc (and stern talkings-to if something was misplaced) as well as, of course, sawdust duty. That included the various pieces of wood he would use when making cuts. He did not call them jaw faces, or pads or padding. He called them packing. As in packing out a workpiece. And they were generally old offcuts themselves. Alas, if these chores - especially the sawdust duty, achieved anything, it was in putting us off of wordworking forever. HAHA. It was the first time I came face to face, quite literally, with a brass tag bearing the words "WAR FINISH" though, on several of his surplus machines, which at the age of 9 or 10 or so invoked all kinds of fantastical stories about where they came from and why our dad had them in the basement! We knew he was a WWII vet, but like most WWII vets, he didn't talk about the war much. So we invented the rest.
Not to insinuate my father as the font of originality, but his vises sat flush, and he did not use permanent jaw faces. Ask me how I know? One of my brothers' and my chores was cleaning up his shop. Old school kind of dad, we think he thought this was a sort of apprenticeship. It included putting things back where they belonged, including stray tools, screws, etc (and stern talkings-to if something was misplaced) as well as, of course, sawdust duty. That included the various pieces of wood he would use when making cuts. He did not call them jaw faces, or pads or padding. He called them packing. As in packing out a workpiece. And they were generally old offcuts themselves. Alas, if these chores - especially the sawdust duty, achieved anything, it was in putting us off of wordworking forever. HAHA. It was the first time I came face to face, quite literally, with a brass tag bearing the words "WAR FINISH" though, on several of his surplus machines, which at the age of 9 or 10 or so invoked all kinds of fantastical stories about where they came from and why our dad had them in the basement! We knew he was a WWII vet, but like most WWII vets, he didn't talk about the war much. So we invented the rest.



