My Dad was a hoarder. An epic hoarder. He lived in his parents' house, and Grandma and Grandpa were hoarders too.
After Dad died, a few days later we were picking despondently through the tons and tons of rubble wondering what on earth we would do with it all.
I found this huge, ugly copper hammer in the driveway, buried under a pile of junk in a puddle of oil and antifreeze.
I dunno, it gave me some sort of... hope, perhaps? Motivation may be a better word. Something like that. At least there was buried treasure here and there among the vast heaps of debris.
This hammer has been ridiculously useful; when you need a solid metal enormous thwack that won't mar steel parts, it's just the ticket. It's a bit softer than a brass hammer, and not brittle at all. Great for things like bearing races, for example. I use it often, and quite a few other tools I inherited, and think of Dad and the moment of finding this hammer when I use it.
TEMCO 6-A -- I'm guessing the 6 might mean 6 pounds? It's at LEAST 6 pounds, I can tell you that.
There's a split in the handle just starting near the head, and so I'm going to have to replace the handle at some point, regrettably. I guess I'll need to soak the handle for a few years in a bucket containing a mixture of mud, dirty oil and old antifreeze from a Studebaker to achieve a remotely similar patina.
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