WHAT TO DO WITH YOUR "STUFF"
By John Niolon
I've been
through several hobbies and usually sold out of one to buy into another. Model airplanes, bicycles, cars, ham radio, cars,
woodworking, cars, metal working, trucks
and on and on. Each hobby necessitated the purchase of a
sometimes unique set of tools. Through the
buying and selling and swapping of all these endeavors, the one thing that has remained in
place was the tools.
I've always had a morbid fascination with tools of
any kind and a great respect for those people who can use them to create what is in my
opinion
art. Whether it's a fine piece
of furniture, a remote control airplane or a nicely done piece of fabrication and
pipefitting on a steam generator; when it's done properly
it's art, and those who do
it are artists. There are a lot of
machinists, fabricators, pipefitters, maintenance-utilitymen that are on a level with
daVinci when it comes to taking a spark of an idea and creating something unique, useful
and beautiful. But I digress
..
So, I've
collected all these tools and tried to emulate these artists. Sometimes it was successful
..sometimes not. Wrenches, sockets, hammers, saws, tig, mig and
stick welders, plasma cutters, torches, transits, yard tools, tractors, meters, gauges,
mics and calipers and in multiple quantities sometimes.
Hell, I've got more vice grip pliers than some people have total tools. Several thousand dollars worth of
"stuff". There is also a value that
can't be calculated in dollars here. Some of
these tools belonged to my grandfather, my dad and favorite uncles. Just by the simple act of holding them, I can be
in a place or a time that was so special to me, a feeling that I can't duplicate any other
way. I have a transit that belonged to my
father
it's over a hundred years old and we used it for years in his business. Years of memories with him, both good and bad, but
more good than bad. I can just set up the
tripod for this instrument and have the most wonderful comfortable feeling you could ever
imagine. A simple Lufkin 50 foot metal tape
in my hand revives thoughts of times with my
uncle, the brick mason, laying out a foundation for a block wall. I can still feel the cold on my face from that
January morning. I didn't really enjoy being
there freezing then, but I'd give a months pay to have him here now and measure that same
foundation. No one can appreciate that but
me.
A good friend
forwarded to me an article by Peter Egan. I'm
sure you recognize the name and his insightful writings for many different automobile
publications. He is a man who appreciates and
understands tools. He was writing about going
to an estate sale that offered a life-times collection of a man's tools. Now this isn't something I'm rushing toward as an
experience but it has caused some major reflection
What to do with my stuff. It's
a weighty question.
I have a son
and daughter. My son is not mechanically
inclined, being a psychologist, his major tool is a computer. He builds one hell of a web page but he'd probably
drive nails with a pipe wrench. I tried to interest him in mechanical things when he was
younger but his interests were in other things. It's
sad in a way, for now he pays greatly for someone to install a light fixture or a
dishwasher in his condo in Chicago.
My daughter while producing beautiful grandchildren tends to soil her hands only with chocolate. A late arriving possibility was my son-in-law, and while he is a willing and able helper, by his own admission his mechanical abilities are limited and golf is more of a passion for him. The outcome was looking dismal and I had a clutching pain in my chest as I envisioned yard sale vultures grinning and slobbering over my "stuff" as they pay my wife pennies on the dollar value. This feeling prompted a video tape inventory and a notebook listing the major pieces of the collection and their approximate individual value. I've also tried to impress on my wife and children the emotional value of the inherited tools. I hate to admit it but it's falling on uneducated ears. Not deaf but not knowing enough to understand. Perhaps if I equated it to the quilts that her Granny made .But anyhow, Bill Gates' money can not pay for that emotional value.
I've had
friends suggest leaving them to a tech school or high school shop. I hesitate at that idea, wondering if any of it
would ever get off the teacher/administrator's truck
It's a shame that there isn't a
master craftsman somewhere who teaches young mechanics/fabricators/welders/etc, who has a
place that needs this type of donation and would utilize this collection to produce more
artists and artisans
it's still perplexing
.
There used to be an older Italian gentleman, I think his name was Mario
Capotosio (?) who used to write simple basic instructional articles for Popular Mechanics. "How-to" articles like using a file,
drilling holes in metal, how to use a handsaw. That's
the kind of guy that should have the tools to bring up these youngsters in the
'tool-using' trades. Good apprentice programs
are vanishing like smoke on a windy day.
While I was
sitting in the waiting room last week, anxiously awaiting the birth of my first grandson,
thinking of the future, and all that waited patiently for him, my new plan unfolded. If I can't FIND a beneficiary, I'll BUILD
one. I think now my best option is to take
all the time I can with my newly born grandson
let him hold the tools and explain
them to him
let him hammer two pounds of 8 penny nails into a two by four until it
will hold no more and brag on the three that he hammered in straight. Gently guide his hand and teach him the proper way
to use the tools
to appreciate them. Teach him about safety glasses and ear plugs so
he's not as deaf as his grandpa. Hopefully more nails will be driven straight, fewer nuts
cross threaded.
I'll spend
hours wandering around hardware stores with him. Real
old dusty hardware stores with sweeping compound on the floors !! Not the mega-million dollar "home improvement
centers", but places that sell hammers, axes, plow line and hame straps, barbed wire,
stovepipe and dampers, nails from big ole rotating bins with heavy paper bags and a
hanging scale to weigh them and tomato plants out front in the spring. They're getting
harder to find, but there still out there in small towns where no Home-Depot dares to
tread (weak customer base and all
) And, the trip will be an adventure and hopefully
a memory he can pass down to his son with these same tools.
We'll start his tool collection while he is young, with his own locking
toolbox and he has the only key (except for the spare that I have hanging on the back of a
shelf).
I'll enjoy watching him smile and shake nervously as he burns his first piece of steel with a torch. I'll laugh at his newly created and completely original 'dance of the welder with hot metal in his sneaker'. I'll tell him the stories about his great-grandpa and the transit, his great-uncle Bud and laying out foundations. All of this over peanut butter sandwiches eaten with greasy hands in the shop. I might not be able to make him a auto mechanic, hell he'd need a degree in computers and a EE to do that now a days. But, I can help him understand when it needs to be fixed and what he CAN do on his own. How to change a tire and jump a battery check the fluids and know when a mechanic is trying to screw him.
Young Cole lives in Mobile for now, but I hope in three or four years we'll be closer geographically and I'm sure we will be emotionally, I'll see to that part for sure. My dad and I worked together from the time I could hold a level rod plumb until his stroke three years before his death at seventy eight. Over 30 years. He taught me so much, but I grieved for all the knowledge, memories, recollections that were lost when he died. I didn't realize until much later how much he did teach me. A lot by lecture and a lot more by example. He probably only taught me ten percent of what he knew, partly because he knew so much, but mostly because I wasn't always the most attentive or willing student. There is an old saying about young boys.. "When they get the smell of gasoline and the taste of lipstick, they're ruined" that was true in my case severely. At least till I met my wife. Maybe I can be half the teacher he was and Cole can be twice the student I was.
I think I'll
call my daughter and see how my new grandson is doing.
Copyright © 2000-2004 John Niolon, All International Rights Reserved. This document may not be copied or published without prior written consent of the author. jniolon@bham.rr.net
Dumping
Memory
(What
to do with the "stuff" in your head)
By John Niolon
It is really hard to comprehend the amount of
"memory" that computer between your ears is holding. How many things do you do without thinking
second
naturedly
which way do you tighten a
bolt, left or right ? Can you feel a
5/8" nut that's hidden from view and
instinctively know which wrench to use ? Does
the sound of an wire welder arc tell you when you have the voltage and wire feed at the
correct settings ? Hear that bacon frying ?
This is where the idea of mentoring
comes in. Webster defines mentor as a
"wise and trusted counselor or teacher". We've
all had mentors but more importantly we all need to be
mentors
to counsel and teach those coming behind us.
I've written before about my Dad and all the things he taught me. I mentioned how much I grieved for all his
experience and memories and recollections that were lost when he died. Things that he either never told me or
assumed I knew. Painful lessons that life
taught him could have been shared with me to save my pain.
"Don't pick that up son, it's hot !!" Those years and years of experience, ideas
developed into practice, and dreams realized all vaporized when he died; the same ideas
and dreams that I might have someday and work out on my own, duplicating his hard efforts
and energy.
Anyone who works with their mind or
their hands develops shortcuts and techniques that are as individual as they are. Two
carpenters can build from the same plans with the same finished product, but use totally
different approaches to the end result. This
is also why a real craftsman can build a beautiful piece of furniture and my efforts look
like an apple crate with varnish on it.
This is the kind of
information that is irreplaceable. When we
die, if we haven't "backed up" this
data, it's gone forever. This gives us all a
wonderful opportunity to do something worthwhile. In
a previous article I used up 2000 or so words on what to do with our "stuff"
when we die
how to distribute our accumulation of tools, hardware and such. Now the thing to think about is what to do with
the knowledge that goes with the stuff. As I
said in the other article I hope to "build" a beneficiary for my tool collection
using my grandson. I hope to not only give
him the tool collection, but the miniscule amount of useable knowledge I've accumulated
over the years on their care, purpose and operation.
And, hopefully these tiny seeds I plant will grow and inspire him to learn more and never stop searching
for better ways to do things.
Think about who got you interested
in cars or metal work or carpentry or whatever your passion might be. Who showed you how to use the tools, how to weld
or solder, how to saw and keep your fingers on your hand ?
Then, look around you at the generation of young men and women coming up
behind us. Most are only concerned with
keeping their cell phones charged and how to talk Mom into buying that new Tommy Gear. How many of these kids can't check a circuit
breaker when the lights go out ? How many
even know what a circuit breaker is ? We're
raising a generation of "connected"
kids. They're hooked up
they've got
Beepers, they've got cell phones, e-mail and
voice mail. What they don't realize is that
their virtual world is supported by a physical world and most don't have a clue about how
it works. When their car won't start they
don't flip up the hood, they flip up the cell phone cover and call someone. They could probably find a plumber on the internet
before I could
but they wouldn't know what he does.
There are good teachers out there;
in the tech or vocational schools or teaching in apprentice programs. They turn out some very able craftsmen who fill
much needed trade jobs and continue the learning practice day after day. These students go on to perfect their techniques
and someday become the masters. Everyone is a master at something
. Ok
if not a master, at least really good
good enough to teach someone else who wants to
learn. These tech school teachers can only
reach so many young people
those that have the money and time to go to school. We can
reach many more of these young people by giving our time to teach them
both the
things they can learn in school and those all important things they never hear in school. "Don't pick that up, son,
it's
hot". We also have the opportunity to
reach them sooner than the schools. And, because we can make the learning experience fun
they will retain more.
Mentoring can take many forms and
isn't limited to the young. I belong to a
couple of user groups on the Internet
one is for Ford Truck Enthusiasts
(ford-trucks.com) and the other is a shop and tool related site called shop-talk.com. These guys never cease to amaze me. When a
question is offered to the group, they will go to whatever means necessary to help someone
understand what needs to be done and how to do it. They
will even go so far as to make long distance phone calls, fax pictures or depending on
geography..meet for coffee and talk about the problem.
Parts are swapped, sold or given freely to help out a fellow truck owner or
"shop" buddy. I've never failed to
get some help when I asked for it and I owe so many in these groups
. Well, I could
never repay them. If there's a guy down the street who needs that lawnmower frame welded
or who's trying to build a storage shed and is a little lost
help him out.. and teach him as you go. I promise you'll get more from it than he will. It doesn't hurt to be the neighborhood handyman or
helper. You'll make a friend and share the
knowledge. Who knows, he might have a
brother-in-law with whom he can share what you taught him
and the chain of knowledge
gets another link.
My old mentor I mentioned before
worked the 11-7 shift in a steel mill for 35 years and he slept during the day. Everyone knew when his garage doors were closed he
wasn't available for a drop in repair request. He
was sleeping or tending to his family. But,
when the double garage doors were open he was always available to help someone or just to
visit. Many afternoons you could see him
working on someone's project. You could see a
hood up and two or three heads stuck under it, a
lawnmower up on sawhorses and a welding arc flickering brightly or the framework for a
rose garden trellis being fabricated. Sometimes
there were just folks sitting on stools in the sun talking and drinking iced tea.