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It’s interesting that you bring up workbenches, because I had just decided that I need a workbench in the garage. I have a table saw, router table, miter saw, drill press, etc. but no workbench. I had figured I didn’t want one, because past experience told me it would be just a place to get cluttered. But now it appears I can’t get along without one. Unfortunately, I don’t have a couch to take apart to make one. We do have a couch that needs to be dismantled and disappear, but it wouldn’t make a workbench.
It’s interesting how these living spaces can be so important to us. It used to be very important to me to remember the spaces in the house where we lived when I was 3-4 years old. Before they died, I had my parents verify my memories – the unusual stairs to the 2nd floor, etc., and it seems I had it mostly right. Now that they’re gone, I still find it important, but it’s different because there is nobody else to care about those things. Some of my younger siblings were there, but they were too young to remember any of it. Do you compare memories with your siblings?
I inherited my father’s typing table; it’s currently the table that holds my color printer. In response to one of the posts about Boris Johnson reciting the Illiad in Greek, I mentioned going into my father’s office and seeing Dad’s Greek New Testament opened to the coming Sunday’s scripture readings. He would encourage my interest in a matter-of-fact way. The bible was usually lying on or near that typing table. I also learned to type at that table, and attained a high enough speed to impress my colleagues. The coming of computer keyboards has ruined my speed and accuracy, though.
I also have the toy box he had made out of a small shipping crate and covered with wallpaper. When I no longer needed a toy box he took it back and made it into a workshop cabinet with crude little drawers for small parts. I had always thought of it as mine, though, and that he shouldn’t have taken it. But if he hadn’t taken it back and re-purposed it, I wouldn’t have it now. It sits out in our barn. I want to have some decent cabinets above my workbench, but I probably will find a place to hang that one, too.
When I was seven we moved into a new house. It had an extra large garage. My dad saw some plans for a storage unit with a work bench in Popular Mechanics magazine. He and I built the forever known from then on the “project”. It took months for us to complete. I wish I knew more about the actual wood for the work top of the work bench. I do know that it was inch and half white ash that was tongue and groove. I don’t know where it came from or how it became T&G. I do know it was the hardest wood known to man. It was so hard you could not drive a nail into it. It defied drill bits. They snapped like Tooth picks. After my dad died and my mom sold the house I didn’t have room for it and she gave it away from a classified ad in the paper. Someone got a real deal.
There was an old wooden box at my Grandma’s house, built by my Grandpa (the same one that made several inlaid coffee tables).
It was dark reddish wood, sturdy, about 2 cubic feet, and it contained the wooden equivalent of LEGO blocks.
That sounds interesting. Did the blocks interlock?
Yes, they were about half as thick as a standard LEGO block, with 2 rows of 4 pegs. The pegs were slightly conical to keep them from pushing all the way through the block.
They were also textured on the edges to look like a flight of bricks.
Found them:
Very nifty.
Apparently they were produced by a company named Halsam.
I can’t believe you still have these. That same company made these American Log building sets. I used to have one. It was great… and it was at least 60 years ago!
These things are much more interesting than my story about a couch that became a workbench. Either of you want to write something up on them?
I wish I could remember more, @arahant, but that is all I got right now. Maybe I’ll have a dream tonight and come back tomorrow.
No, I found the picture, the bricks are long gone.
They sat in a hinge topped box between a desk and the heating register in my Grandma’s living room. I would play with them for hours. Occasionally they would break, or the nubs would get pushed in, or lost. If they were only pushed in, they could be pushed out again sometimes. I didn’t like the yellow ones and wished they were all red. I don’t know what happened to them when Grandma died, I think my uncle Bob got them.
I had a couch that had been part of a 6-piece, $700 living room set when I moved into my first unfurnished apartment. The stuff was made from 2x4s and 2x6s. It was very simply constructed. Years later I was finally planning on getting another couch. I told my dad while my folks were visiting me that I wanted to disassemble it and throw it away. While I was at work, he took it apart, cut it up, and built a computer desk out of the pieces. I still have the desk.
December’s theme is “Memories.” Thanks to everyone who chipped in; the month is filled. If you have not been following these closely, do stop by the handy guide to monthly themes and browse a bit.
January’s theme will be up late Saturday or by midday Sunday.
Is January up yet?
Why, yes, it is: “The Winter of Our Discontent.”
Made glorious summer by this sun of … umm … York? Sergeant?
One of them.