My son-in-law retrieved an old broken down teak bench that was being discarded due to some broken parts and just being in general disrepair. He asked if I wanted it for the teak wood that was still in good shape except for years of weathering, split wood. Some missing parts, and broken bolts, braces, and screws.
It sat in my side yard for a few weeks as I finished up a couple other projects and pending the purchase of a block of wood to replace some pieces that worn, broken or missing. The local hardwood stores didn’t have teak wood so I opted for a piece of eight-four Sapele as a substitute. As it turned out it wasn’t too bad of a match and after a teakwood oil it blended in OK.
I decided to try and restore the piece to its original shape and design as much as possible rather than re-purpose the wood for something else. I think either way would have been OK for such a nice selection of hardwood.
The salad servers were made as a Christmas gift to my two daughters. They are a copy, structurally speaking, of the ones I my for my wife Janet about a year ago. That set was made from contrasting wood of soft maple and walnut. The set pictured below are made entirely of white oak. The “bread butter” t protect the wood from continued exposure to water is a combination of mineral oil and beeswax.
The original design was taken from a post by the YouTube maker Steve Ramsey. I modified his design and made these a little slimmer for looks and functionality purposes.
I made this keepsake box for my wife for Christmas. I got the inspiration from a YouTube maker channel called Newton Makes. It’s made from wenge and curly maple. I planed the wood thickness down to about 7/16 inch and the shelves to about 1/4 inch.
This is the first time I’ve used wenge and it is the most splintery wood I have ever worked with. Three times I left the shop with splinters in my bleeding hand, especially under the fingernails.
Newton’s box didn’t have the shelves but I added those after the wife wanted a little more versatility to store various sizes of jewelry and what not. At some point I will be adding red felt to the shelves and to the very inside bottom of the box. I tried adding the fancy shaped legs that Newton made but I couldn’t get the twice sawn bandsaw shape to come out as intended. Wound up just cutting an “L” shape bracket leg and adding a small taper towards the bottom.
I used Minwax Clear Semi-Gloss as a finish and applied about 4 coats in total. Fun project!
The box was made of 1/2 inch walnut plywood and purple heart scraps left over from a cutting board I made last year. The dimensions are 8″ wide, 6 1/2″ front to back, and 7″ deep.
The top handle is made from solid walnut and its is finished with clear satin wipe-on poly.
Udorn, Thailand 1966
In an earlier post I wrote about Cool Breeze. (here) The brother from LA, the Compton so called bad ass. In that post I talked about how he had tried for a long time to get me to partake some of his “good shit” and mellow out. If you read that post you know I did give in.
What I didn’t talk about was my reaction to whatever Cool Breeze had put into that “good shit”. Truth be told, I was already feeling pretty good from drinking a good amount of bourbon Cool Breeze kept at his pad and combined that with a few hits off his stuff was too much for me to take. I panicked and headed straight for the door heading back to the compound at full speed.
The small US Army compound was contained within a larger Thai army compound and there were Thai military police at the entrance to the gate. I showed them my army ID and they opened the gate for me to pass. During the daylight hours there was a shuttle that ran frequently from the main gate entrance up the the American compound, but at this hour and on weekends it was hit and miss so I decided to walk the mile or so to the barracks.
I started walking and admiring the most beautiful full moon I had ever seen. I’d never seen such a beautiful moon, why is it so bright? It lit up the winding dirt road that led up to the compound. I heard a noise off the side of the dirt road and a dark figure moved slowly beside me. The eyes followed me and I stared back and finally realized it was a water buffalo that are common all over Thailand. Even on the army compound they populated a large waterhole that was near by.
What are you looking at fat ass? Get back in the water. As I walked further on my solo journey I felt better and better. I felt so good I began to skip along the dirt road. To my surprise that dirt road transformed itself into the Yellow Brick Road as in the Wizard of Oz. I guess I ‘m Dorothy now, or the Scarecrow looking for my brain.
I followed the Yellow Brick Road, singing and skipping all the way up to the second gate which was the entrance to the US compound. The tune “Follow the yellow brick road, follow the yellow brick road” was stuck in my mind the whole way. The American MP on duty knew me and started toward the gate to let me in. I grabbed the post of the chain link fence and it felt like somebody had put dry ice in my hand. The gate was freezing cold which was funny because it was still about 90 degrees outside. Now my hand is stuck and I can’t let go. A loud “Soldier what’s your fucking problem?” brought me out of it and I was able to let go and head to the barracks not more than 50 feet away. No more skipping and no more singing. Fifty feet to the barracks if you walked in a straight line, I couldn’t.
I found my bunk midway down the barracks and got in the rack. I didn’t take off my clothes but just tucked in the mosquito net around me the best I could and laid on my back looking up. I could see part of the moon through the louvered screen window opening, still bright and beautiful. I closed my eyes and the room started spinning so I opened them and things steadied.
I thought to myself ” I have got to get some sleep”, so I closed my eyes again. No spinning, good. My eyes are closed and I still see the moon only its gaining color and looking more and more like a disco ball with flashing lights. I’m not spinning but it is as the color intensity brightens and its beautiful. Colorful lights are shooting and flashing off the disco ball straight at me and I drifted off into slumber land until the moon shined so brightly in my eyes I woke up. Only it wasn’t the moon it was the sun blasting into the barracks at a low angle that the louvers on the screens that substituted for window panes couldn’t block.
Why am I dressed in civilian clothes in bed with my shoes still on, my mosquito net half torn off and countless mosquito bites on my face, neck and arms. Ahh fuck, I remember, Cool Breeze, the Compton bad ass.
I think I’m gonna be sick.
I started smoking at a very young age, pilfering Herbert Tareyton’s, Viceroy’s, Salem’s, Winton’s, or whatever was the cigarette du jour, out of my mother’s purse. I can remember being as young as eight taking a puff or two on the cancer sticks. I didn’t inhale at that age but just puffed and blew the smoke out emulating my mother. During junior and senior high school I continued to buy and bum the smokes not from addiction but from thinking it was cool. Being in a Doo Wop signing group I tended to limit the nicotine that I exposed myself to thinking it would hinder my 1st tenor voice. Whether it be the nicotine and tars or the testosterone, my voice eventually deepened causing me to abandon the tenor voice anyway.
During my three years in the army I began to smoke cigarettes quite regularly. There were several reasons for that as I recall. One, almost all soldiers smoked, hence prompting me to fit in. Two, there were down times, especially overseas, where boredom got the better of you and it was just something to do and have in your hand to supplement the whiskey glass. Booze was always cheap and readily available, tempting even the strongest amongst us.
When I got out of the military in 1968 I had weaned myself from the cigarettes and actually could just quit cold turkey whenever I felt I wanted or needed to. Three weeks after getting out of the army I landed a technician job with Pacific Telephone in Sacramento, Ca. In about four months I had successfully passed my apprenticeship and was fully qualified to work unsupervised. With that accreditation I also became eligible and expected to provide coverage on weekends for the evening and night crews as the phone company was a 24/7/365 operation. The lower seniority employees, as I was, had to cover the 4 PM – 12 midnight and the 12 midnight – 8 AM shifts on Saturdays and Sundays.
I hadn’t smoked for probably six months and one night, or early Saturday morning at the toll office I was bored out of my gourd. There was nothing going on at the office, I was the only person occupying the entire 8th floor, all the trouble tickets had been resolved. No one was calling from distant offices to test a circuit or fix a broken private line or data circuit. At two or three in the morning you couldn’t call home and talk to the wife or kids and the equipment bays and frames made radio reception impossible.
There was a vending machine in the hall by the elevator and I decided I would buy a pack of cigarettes to smoke just to pass the time until 8 AM when my relief person would be there. I bought the cigarettes and received a free packet of matches and went into the men’s room to take care of some business that required a guy to sit down. For sanitary reasons I pulled one of the tissues out of the dispenser for use on the toilet seat and poked out the little flap on what I always called the ‘ass gasket’ and it settled gently into the toilet bowl water beneath me.
When I got comfy I opened the filtered Marlboro’s, tapped out a cigarette, and put the opened pack back into my shirt pocket. It took a few strikes with the paper matchsticks but fire eventually sprung from the pack of twenty red heads. I lit the cigarette and took a powerful drag for my first smoke in half a year. Initially the smoke stung my eyes as I pulled the smoke into my lungs and relaxed as I threw the still burning match between my legs into the water below. I thought the smoke would be offensive at first but I was wrong and I closed my eyes for a moment and savored the distraction from doing nothing.
To my surprise I began to smell smoke other than the familiar aroma of the tobacco. The match that I had casually thrown between my legs didn’t make it into the water, it found the dry end of the ‘ass gasket’ flap and as tissue is prone to do ignited into a beautiful yellow flame that began billowing up between my thighs. In a split second the tissue was fully engulfed in flames and I jumped up from the commode to evade the heat. As I jumped up the ‘ass gasket’ came with me due to the pucker factor. I squatted a little bit and the ‘ass gasket’ released and fell into my shorts and began to singe my Jockeys. I began swatting whatever was left of the tissue and did get the flame extinguished from around my ankles. After checking for damage and finding minor skin burns and burnt hair in places where I think you can imagine, I knew what I had to do.
I took the nineteen smokes remaining in the pack, tore them up in as many pieces as I could and along with the matches threw them in the toilet and sent them on their way with an exaggerated flush. So, in 1968, 42 years ago, at the time of this writing, I quit smoking for good. I need no warning label to convince me that smoking can be hazardous to your health and your manhood as well.
This board was warped and I trimmed it up and put the walnut border around the original pine. I ran it through the thickness planer to make it flat and smooth. After it was all glued together I sanded it thoroughly and added several coats of a combination of beeswax and mineral oil. I realize the grains are opposing each other on the ends but I ‘m hoping the expansion won’t be too much to break the board apart.
This is a redo of the original board because it was run through the dishwasher too many times by one of my family members. I hope it won’t get that treatment this time around.
The folding chairs that I made from a template bought from Jay Bates was joined by the small table made from recycled wood retrieved from a TV cabinet that was replaced by a newer model. The chairs, a Christmas gift, are made from red oak and actually come completely apart for transportation or storage.
It’s nice seeing things that you make being put to good use, such as these. The photo was taken by my youngest daughter in her backyard.
The bookcase is one of the projects I built from plans and a video created by Steve Ramsey. A shout out to Steve. He got me started in woodworking about 5 years ago. He thoroughly explains procedures in his course offerings and videos. He uses tools that are affordable and doesn’t over think his projects. Sometimes I think he goes a little bit too much on the cheap, but overall I really like his work.