The wood lathe

Every place we lived Dad had a woodworking shop. I was getting old enough that I could use some of the tools. I created many nice looking tiny scale military tanks and half-tracks and so on.

One day Dad invited me to try my hand at the wood-lathe. Boy, was I excited. He warned me not to get the chisel handle close to my body. As I payed intense attention to the detail of a fine line I was trying to make my chin drifted over the handle. Suddenly, whap. The chisel blade caught and was pulled downward by the turning wood which leveraged the tool across the guide which pushed the handle sharply up. It stopped going up a little after it reached my chin.

Even with that experience, I always loved wood-working.