mitch
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I recently visited my parents who have lived in the same house I grew up in since 1962. Whenever I'm there I try to spend some time cleaning out a bit of the accumulated detritus. It's actually not too bad compared to some horror stories I've heard from friends and when they eventually move out (they're in their 80s) it won't be such an onerous task, especially with my efforts over the years.
The first photo is of one of my earliest engraving attempts. Hey, everybody's gotta start somewhere...
The second & third are of a knife sharpening steel I always remember being in the kitchen when I was a kid. Note the Friedrich Dick mark in the closeup. I told my parents they make excellent tools and a few of my engraving tools, including my chasing hammer, are by F. Dick. My dad said he got panhandled in downtown Denver sometime in the early-mid 1960s and gave him a few bucks (way back before there were hordes of rude, obnoxious stoners doing it like today). The guy insisted on giving him the steel in trade. My dad always wondered if it was stolen (tho it seems an oddly honest act for a thief to then trade it away when he didn't have to) or if maybe the guy was an out-of-work cook/chef? That steel is now mine and if you're interested, F. Dick still sells them. The handles have changed and I'm guessing they didn't cost $100 sixty years ago.
The fourth just made me laugh. Yes, my siblings & I managed to survive playing yard-darts! If anybody wants those, let me know and I'll have my mom send 'em to you.
The first photo is of one of my earliest engraving attempts. Hey, everybody's gotta start somewhere...
The second & third are of a knife sharpening steel I always remember being in the kitchen when I was a kid. Note the Friedrich Dick mark in the closeup. I told my parents they make excellent tools and a few of my engraving tools, including my chasing hammer, are by F. Dick. My dad said he got panhandled in downtown Denver sometime in the early-mid 1960s and gave him a few bucks (way back before there were hordes of rude, obnoxious stoners doing it like today). The guy insisted on giving him the steel in trade. My dad always wondered if it was stolen (tho it seems an oddly honest act for a thief to then trade it away when he didn't have to) or if maybe the guy was an out-of-work cook/chef? That steel is now mine and if you're interested, F. Dick still sells them. The handles have changed and I'm guessing they didn't cost $100 sixty years ago.
The fourth just made me laugh. Yes, my siblings & I managed to survive playing yard-darts! If anybody wants those, let me know and I'll have my mom send 'em to you.