Wizard Screwdriver
This morning was cool and I was able to spend a pleasant hour in the workshop. I was just knocking around and bumped into this box of tools that I found in the boneyard.
My MIL lived with us for awhile and these tools came from her cleanout. Many are marked "Wizard". It fits because my FIL ran a Western Auto store with his brother for a spell. What caught my eye was the Wizard marked Yankee screwdriver. A little poking around in the box yielded a nice bonus--an extra screwdriver head. The mech was sluggish and the tool was a little dirty. It looked like a nice and quick rehab.
This was all discovery for me and I started at the obvious places. One obvious clue was the knurled ring at the end of the handle. Another was the large screwhead on the end of the handle.
Turns out that the large screw head is actually a cap that holds a spring.
The spring is in good shape and it has a little wooden peg on the end that is full of dried lube.
There is a brass piece held in place by the knurled knob. It slides down the shaft for easy cleaning.
At this point, I had a good collection of parts. Here is where OCD comes in handy. I am getting a little absent minded as I age and sometimes (often) I misplace parts. But the OCD saves me because the shop is full of recycled containers that I use for stray parts. I always have a tuna can or two on the fixit bench just to collect these strays from the current project.
Time for some WD-40.
You know the drill--spray and cycle the mech. I musta punched it home several dozen times. Every time it got looser. And I had a nice cotton rag to collect the overspray and the weeping.
The top cap was some sort of aluminum alloy.
But the scotchbrite pad cleaned it up nicely.
I polished everything else up and waxed the handle.
I even found a nice home for it. The wax did not help the handle as much as I thought it would. Maybe later I will strip the wax, stain the handle, and give it a spritz of poly.
FIL was gone before I met The Queen. So I never knew him but all who knew him thought he was a great guy. I am sure he would smile if he knew his screwdriver had a nice home. He would smile bigger if he knew his precious little girl, The Queen, got some bright blue highlights in her hair last week.
