Monday, March 3, 2014
Sentimental tools


When my grandfather was a young man he was a telegrapher, and over the years I have slowly come to learn that they were a quirky breed. His "bug" (a certain type of telegraph machine) which I now own is literally covered over every inch with telegraffiti. Little quips, phrases and puns, carefully painted on every surface — some in english and some in Morse code. Its a fascinating thing.

In addition to the bug, I inherited many of my grandpas tools including his pliers. And lest I confuse them with my tools, his are easy to identify: he carved his initials, P.L.R., in Morse code onto every tool he ever owned.
I use these pliers all the time. They are still as useful as they were to him nearly a century ago. Only for me, they are the most prized tools in my shop. Its impossible to grab a pair and not notice those carved dots and dashes, and its impossible for me not to think about him and his workbench when I use them.
Just a little sentimental journey for todays blog.
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16 year-old MereMortalDork |
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