UncleJoe
Well-known member
Recently there was a thread about a large soldering iron. It brought back one of my strongest memories about tools.
54 years ago, (Man I feel old writing that) our family had a small farm near Shelbyville Indiana. My Father was an Engineer at the local GE plant and the farm was his "part time" job. I was only 4 years old at the time but if Dad was working on something I was there to help. Most of my help consisted of go get him a wrench or a cup of coffee or the ever familiar holding the trouble light. As you can imagine a four year old holding one of those old metal cased trouble lights my mind would wander and the light would be pointing everywhere but where it needed to be and I would hear that phrase "hold the D@mn light still and point it at where I am working not in my eyes" Good times for sure.
Well one day he was working on the tractor and he needed a screw driver. So off I went to get one in the shed. Well there it was, boy was my dad gonna be happy with me because I guess I found the electric screw driver, hell, I didn't even know such a thing existed but there it was plain as day. It sure looked like a screwdriver and it had an electrical cord coming out of the handle and I never noticed that it was plugged in so I grabbed the business end of that "screwdriver"
. WOW it sure didn't take me long to inspect that "screwdriver". I let out a scream and my dad came running. Looking back I know he was upset with himself for leaving that thing plugged in with a curious 4 year old running around.
Anyways, I am no worse for the ware and now dad is 87 and can't get out to the shop to work on things much anymore with his arthritis.
I can't express how great it had been to have a dad work with me all the time on cars, boats, tractors and a bunch of other things. I will always cherish the memories. I think this incident with the soldering iron is my first tool memory.
54 years ago, (Man I feel old writing that) our family had a small farm near Shelbyville Indiana. My Father was an Engineer at the local GE plant and the farm was his "part time" job. I was only 4 years old at the time but if Dad was working on something I was there to help. Most of my help consisted of go get him a wrench or a cup of coffee or the ever familiar holding the trouble light. As you can imagine a four year old holding one of those old metal cased trouble lights my mind would wander and the light would be pointing everywhere but where it needed to be and I would hear that phrase "hold the D@mn light still and point it at where I am working not in my eyes" Good times for sure.
Well one day he was working on the tractor and he needed a screw driver. So off I went to get one in the shed. Well there it was, boy was my dad gonna be happy with me because I guess I found the electric screw driver, hell, I didn't even know such a thing existed but there it was plain as day. It sure looked like a screwdriver and it had an electrical cord coming out of the handle and I never noticed that it was plugged in so I grabbed the business end of that "screwdriver"
. WOW it sure didn't take me long to inspect that "screwdriver". I let out a scream and my dad came running. Looking back I know he was upset with himself for leaving that thing plugged in with a curious 4 year old running around. Anyways, I am no worse for the ware and now dad is 87 and can't get out to the shop to work on things much anymore with his arthritis.
I can't express how great it had been to have a dad work with me all the time on cars, boats, tractors and a bunch of other things. I will always cherish the memories. I think this incident with the soldering iron is my first tool memory.

