andyvh1959
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My dad passed away in 2002. Over the years more and more of his tools made it to my shop. My dad was a mechanic/welder/machinist/journeyman trained in Holland. He LOVED to fix things, keep things working, and did all he could for minimal cost, even if it meant making his own tools.
I was reminded of that again, today as I fitted a new handle to my sledge hammer. Well, actually, the sledge hammer I got from his tool stash. As I prepped the head for the new handle, after driving out the old wedge and cleaning out the bore, I noticed a weld up one side of the head. I chuckled to myself, thinking dad must have found a sledge hammer head in the trash at Miller where he worked. Rather than see it thrown out, he took it home, ground out the crack, vee'd it out for a weld, I'm guessing heated it up to at least 400 degrees and then welded it up from the bottom up. The weld at the top is nearly an inch wide, and it looks perfect. If I only knew half of what he knew I'd be satisfied.
I was reminded of that again, today as I fitted a new handle to my sledge hammer. Well, actually, the sledge hammer I got from his tool stash. As I prepped the head for the new handle, after driving out the old wedge and cleaning out the bore, I noticed a weld up one side of the head. I chuckled to myself, thinking dad must have found a sledge hammer head in the trash at Miller where he worked. Rather than see it thrown out, he took it home, ground out the crack, vee'd it out for a weld, I'm guessing heated it up to at least 400 degrees and then welded it up from the bottom up. The weld at the top is nearly an inch wide, and it looks perfect. If I only knew half of what he knew I'd be satisfied.


