i know that tool and I still have all three sizes of my granddads with...cherry...handles...
now...sadly rusted somewhat in my oldest boy's "barn cum workshop"...but he has trained all of his kids...girls and boys...on how to use them...
but..here is a story...
When I was a kid I was a "shoeshine boy" at a barbershop that had been there since the 1890's ...
And the grandson, for whom I shined would...because that is the wont of barbers... would lovingly get out a "small' plane...and lovingly talk about it and the customers...who had all "heard the story before"...would "umm" and "yep" and all that...
But then one day... a "young shiner" walked into the shop and he was a newly minted 'lawyer"...
And he saw the time honored ritual about the plane and opined that the thing was a piece of trash and should be thrown in the dustbin...
A hush...fell on the place...
Three barbers, six, seven, dunno customers and one 'shine boy.
And the comment of an old man in the chair was something to the effect of: "sonnie would you care to back that up?:
To wit and to that end... money was laid that the old man in the chair would "plane" against the grain... a piece of aged oak... and slide down it bare butt nekkid... and if he got a splinter .. back there... then a hundred bucks would be paid and if not then...otherwise...
Well... the old man ... leaped? at the chance with an understated ..."young feller, you are on...get your piece of wood and I will meet you here tomorrar"...
Well...the word, and this was in the days of a circular dial wheel telephones with numbers like ORIOLE 456...and just plain old word of mouth...went out and the next day...the building, and it was quite large, a hold over from the 1800's ... was FULL of people there were "lingerers" outsde smokin' and chewin' and spittin' and not a small amount of Budwiser the King of Beers was being given around in honor of the proceedings...
The back third of the building was occupied with ...don't know how many...maybe ten... "claw foot" white ceramic bathtubs in two ranks on either side of an "aisle"...going to the "water closet" which had "the tank' about 10 feet in the air with a long flush chain... and yes enclosed ...
And...above each tub...was...a LARGE..."poster" nailed to the wall of a FIERCE TIGER ON BLACK BACKGROUND... a "Tiger Balm" advertising for shave cream and hair cream...
I...TRIED LATER DESPERATELY to purchase one of those posters... they would be worth THOUSANDS today...
But... the middle of the actual building was divided by an 8 foot high "divider" between a small office and a private bath for the barber and storage...
The Barber's son ( he trained me to 'shine) and I were perched on this divider watching the show below...there was probably well into a couple of thousands of dollars being waged on this...
the "kid" showed up with what WE ALL AGREED was...the absolute NASTIEST piece of old grey weather beaten oak 1x6 maybe...five feet...not six...that ANYBODY had ever seen...
He never said where he got it but the general consensus was one of the local led mines from an out building from the 1800's...
it was THAT NASTY...
Well the old man had disassembled the plane...it is basically loosening a large "thumb wheel" to loosen a metal..."spring"...holder and had the blade out a short while after the shop opened...
And the barber had his...HORIZONTAL honing wheel, hand operated with a wonderful walnut handle... and it worked so smooth...no noise, no vibration...it was made to sharpen the classic "straight razor" that the barbers used for shaving...
And the old man... set to "leather strapping" the blade... no metal to disrespect the blade here... just leather...
YEARS LATER... when I was in Japan and went to an "exhibition" at the Governor's building of how a Samurai blade is made did I REALIZE really... what "was going on" with metal...now yes...the razor was not multiple layers of metal...but it was metal that REQUIRED...respect to be properly sharpened to shave a neck over the jugular vein...
A lot Budwiser the King of Beers and other friendly spirits were being consumed and the old man gladly imbibed and put on a "great show" strapping (pronounced "strawpping"" ) the blade and then...dunno... mid morning...he assembled the tool and set about planing the wood...
stroke...after stroke...after stroke...
people moved in kind of a "funeral home cue" to "view the casket"... I mean as the morning wore on... there had to be... several HUNDRED people about half of whom the son and I had never seen before...
appeared outside the door and "filed through"...to view the planing of the board...
Lunchtime came along... the old man was WALKED to ...The "alley cafe"... a cafe that was on one side of an "alley"... maybe... what...8 feet deep...but long... a "galley' type operation... with the kitchen at the end...no booths there...just well worn previously leather and then "white slick plastic" topped stools...
The old man's money was nod good that day...
Across the street was "the Budweiser joint"... a classic old bar from the 1800s... about...one "block" from the "Frisco station" and parked out back was...an OPEN CAB "flatbed" truck proudly painted and labled in white with red and black letters..."BUDWISER"... and the owners brought...on that truck...one block...from the Frisco station...WOODEN barrels of beer and also bottles in wooden boxes...
and would pus a "hoogah horn"... over the ONE block... a set of FIVE HORNS...that somehow, I have no clue...played..."How dry i am..."...
The old man's money was no good...
Business did not close but ...the owners left them to the "young guys" ...everybody... everybody was in town that day...
And yes... it was a Saturday...people back then mostly WALKED ...everywhere...people were just then...1959... making the transition from horses to cars...
the town was...jammed...
Well we gave up and climbed the "back fire stairs" to the roof of the building that the cafe was built against...
and watched the show...
and...for the first time I saw...something that would affect me later when I was studying ornithology in college...the INCREDIBLE amount of pigeon poop on top of flat roofs...lol
So...
after the old man had "et his vittles"... he and the train of people went back to the barber shop. The son and I had left earlier and went in through "the back door" and were perched atop the "divider wall"...
Because the old man was going to let 'the kid" lean the board against a claw foot tub against a "chock block" in the floor...
The board had been "UNDER WATCH"...the whole time after the kid had brought the board in so as to not have anybody "interfere" with the board...
A couple of lawyers had even volunteered to watch it, and of course...the two "sides' the side for the kid...NOT MANY...and the side for the old man had plied them with a LOT OF BOOZE...
They were basically passed out on the wicker benches in the barber shop...but...curiously...when the crowd pressed into the shop they are somewhat alert and up and in the back with the tubs and "guarding" the board...
It really was a "press" of people...the barber REALLY WAS...worried that there would be too many people in the place...it was jammed all the way out onto the sidewalk...
So...the son and I are perched on top of the wall dividers watching this...
the lawyers were watching ...there was at least one sherrif and the barbers and some of the "city fathers"...
The old man, with great ceremony inspected the board , "sizing it up and down" and the kid and him agreed which way the "grain went' and the kid leaned the board against the end of the first tub and everyone became very...quiet...
the old man said something about whether the kid was sure that the board was where he wanted it, etc. and the kid agreed...
People were whispering to people behind them and it was going out to the sidewalk and beyon...
Then the old man said something else to the kid and "backed toward" the board...he was wearning "galluses" which are now known as "bib overalls"... and he undid the bibs dropped the overalls, dropped a pair...of... SPECTACULAR...BLUE AND WHITE VERTICAL STRIPE "long" underwear... and slid them down...
and sat down on the top of the board, leaning against the white porcelain claw foot bathtub...
and slid down...
he got to the bottom...
stood up...
and turned his butt toward the kid...
leaned over...
spread his "cheeks"...
and said...
"Kiss it kid!"...
and the place ERUPTED...ERUPTED with shouting, hollering, hoioping, hollering, throwing hats and caps into the air...and thumping the old man on the back...
the old man turned around...
the kid pulled out a crisp hundred dollar bill and handed it to the old man and...
left...
a few weeks later his "shingle" disappeared and he was never seen again...
And the Budweiser joint...
had a local "sign painter" paint up a mirror with the old man's name on it and some flowers and such and... a painting of the plane...
The barber had the plane's wood "refinished" by about...fifteen...dunno... "woodworkers'... with the latest and best oil finish...
and he gave it to the old man...
The local "most prominent" photographer took a picture of him giving it to the old man...
it was not in the local newspaper because the publisher was a "holier than though "front pew Baptist" "...
and, according to people I knew...since I was under age...
the old man's money was no good in the Budweiser joint...
And the old man's name? "Willie Bill".
now...sadly rusted somewhat in my oldest boy's "barn cum workshop"...but he has trained all of his kids...girls and boys...on how to use them...
but..here is a story...
When I was a kid I was a "shoeshine boy" at a barbershop that had been there since the 1890's ...
And the grandson, for whom I shined would...because that is the wont of barbers... would lovingly get out a "small' plane...and lovingly talk about it and the customers...who had all "heard the story before"...would "umm" and "yep" and all that...
But then one day... a "young shiner" walked into the shop and he was a newly minted 'lawyer"...
And he saw the time honored ritual about the plane and opined that the thing was a piece of trash and should be thrown in the dustbin...
A hush...fell on the place...
Three barbers, six, seven, dunno customers and one 'shine boy.
And the comment of an old man in the chair was something to the effect of: "sonnie would you care to back that up?:
To wit and to that end... money was laid that the old man in the chair would "plane" against the grain... a piece of aged oak... and slide down it bare butt nekkid... and if he got a splinter .. back there... then a hundred bucks would be paid and if not then...otherwise...
Well... the old man ... leaped? at the chance with an understated ..."young feller, you are on...get your piece of wood and I will meet you here tomorrar"...
Well...the word, and this was in the days of a circular dial wheel telephones with numbers like ORIOLE 456...and just plain old word of mouth...went out and the next day...the building, and it was quite large, a hold over from the 1800's ... was FULL of people there were "lingerers" outsde smokin' and chewin' and spittin' and not a small amount of Budwiser the King of Beers was being given around in honor of the proceedings...
The back third of the building was occupied with ...don't know how many...maybe ten... "claw foot" white ceramic bathtubs in two ranks on either side of an "aisle"...going to the "water closet" which had "the tank' about 10 feet in the air with a long flush chain... and yes enclosed ...
And...above each tub...was...a LARGE..."poster" nailed to the wall of a FIERCE TIGER ON BLACK BACKGROUND... a "Tiger Balm" advertising for shave cream and hair cream...
I...TRIED LATER DESPERATELY to purchase one of those posters... they would be worth THOUSANDS today...
But... the middle of the actual building was divided by an 8 foot high "divider" between a small office and a private bath for the barber and storage...
The Barber's son ( he trained me to 'shine) and I were perched on this divider watching the show below...there was probably well into a couple of thousands of dollars being waged on this...
the "kid" showed up with what WE ALL AGREED was...the absolute NASTIEST piece of old grey weather beaten oak 1x6 maybe...five feet...not six...that ANYBODY had ever seen...
He never said where he got it but the general consensus was one of the local led mines from an out building from the 1800's...
it was THAT NASTY...
Well the old man had disassembled the plane...it is basically loosening a large "thumb wheel" to loosen a metal..."spring"...holder and had the blade out a short while after the shop opened...
And the barber had his...HORIZONTAL honing wheel, hand operated with a wonderful walnut handle... and it worked so smooth...no noise, no vibration...it was made to sharpen the classic "straight razor" that the barbers used for shaving...
And the old man... set to "leather strapping" the blade... no metal to disrespect the blade here... just leather...
YEARS LATER... when I was in Japan and went to an "exhibition" at the Governor's building of how a Samurai blade is made did I REALIZE really... what "was going on" with metal...now yes...the razor was not multiple layers of metal...but it was metal that REQUIRED...respect to be properly sharpened to shave a neck over the jugular vein...
A lot Budwiser the King of Beers and other friendly spirits were being consumed and the old man gladly imbibed and put on a "great show" strapping (pronounced "strawpping"" ) the blade and then...dunno... mid morning...he assembled the tool and set about planing the wood...
stroke...after stroke...after stroke...
people moved in kind of a "funeral home cue" to "view the casket"... I mean as the morning wore on... there had to be... several HUNDRED people about half of whom the son and I had never seen before...
appeared outside the door and "filed through"...to view the planing of the board...
Lunchtime came along... the old man was WALKED to ...The "alley cafe"... a cafe that was on one side of an "alley"... maybe... what...8 feet deep...but long... a "galley' type operation... with the kitchen at the end...no booths there...just well worn previously leather and then "white slick plastic" topped stools...
The old man's money was nod good that day...
Across the street was "the Budweiser joint"... a classic old bar from the 1800s... about...one "block" from the "Frisco station" and parked out back was...an OPEN CAB "flatbed" truck proudly painted and labled in white with red and black letters..."BUDWISER"... and the owners brought...on that truck...one block...from the Frisco station...WOODEN barrels of beer and also bottles in wooden boxes...
and would pus a "hoogah horn"... over the ONE block... a set of FIVE HORNS...that somehow, I have no clue...played..."How dry i am..."...
The old man's money was no good...
Business did not close but ...the owners left them to the "young guys" ...everybody... everybody was in town that day...
And yes... it was a Saturday...people back then mostly WALKED ...everywhere...people were just then...1959... making the transition from horses to cars...
the town was...jammed...
Well we gave up and climbed the "back fire stairs" to the roof of the building that the cafe was built against...
and watched the show...
and...for the first time I saw...something that would affect me later when I was studying ornithology in college...the INCREDIBLE amount of pigeon poop on top of flat roofs...lol
So...
after the old man had "et his vittles"... he and the train of people went back to the barber shop. The son and I had left earlier and went in through "the back door" and were perched atop the "divider wall"...
Because the old man was going to let 'the kid" lean the board against a claw foot tub against a "chock block" in the floor...
The board had been "UNDER WATCH"...the whole time after the kid had brought the board in so as to not have anybody "interfere" with the board...
A couple of lawyers had even volunteered to watch it, and of course...the two "sides' the side for the kid...NOT MANY...and the side for the old man had plied them with a LOT OF BOOZE...
They were basically passed out on the wicker benches in the barber shop...but...curiously...when the crowd pressed into the shop they are somewhat alert and up and in the back with the tubs and "guarding" the board...
It really was a "press" of people...the barber REALLY WAS...worried that there would be too many people in the place...it was jammed all the way out onto the sidewalk...
So...the son and I are perched on top of the wall dividers watching this...
the lawyers were watching ...there was at least one sherrif and the barbers and some of the "city fathers"...
The old man, with great ceremony inspected the board , "sizing it up and down" and the kid and him agreed which way the "grain went' and the kid leaned the board against the end of the first tub and everyone became very...quiet...
the old man said something about whether the kid was sure that the board was where he wanted it, etc. and the kid agreed...
People were whispering to people behind them and it was going out to the sidewalk and beyon...
Then the old man said something else to the kid and "backed toward" the board...he was wearning "galluses" which are now known as "bib overalls"... and he undid the bibs dropped the overalls, dropped a pair...of... SPECTACULAR...BLUE AND WHITE VERTICAL STRIPE "long" underwear... and slid them down...
and sat down on the top of the board, leaning against the white porcelain claw foot bathtub...
and slid down...
he got to the bottom...
stood up...
and turned his butt toward the kid...
leaned over...
spread his "cheeks"...
and said...
"Kiss it kid!"...
and the place ERUPTED...ERUPTED with shouting, hollering, hoioping, hollering, throwing hats and caps into the air...and thumping the old man on the back...
the old man turned around...
the kid pulled out a crisp hundred dollar bill and handed it to the old man and...
left...
a few weeks later his "shingle" disappeared and he was never seen again...
And the Budweiser joint...
had a local "sign painter" paint up a mirror with the old man's name on it and some flowers and such and... a painting of the plane...
The barber had the plane's wood "refinished" by about...fifteen...dunno... "woodworkers'... with the latest and best oil finish...
and he gave it to the old man...
The local "most prominent" photographer took a picture of him giving it to the old man...
it was not in the local newspaper because the publisher was a "holier than though "front pew Baptist" "...
and, according to people I knew...since I was under age...
the old man's money was no good in the Budweiser joint...
And the old man's name? "Willie Bill".
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