Showing posts with label Life In Pictures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life In Pictures. Show all posts

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Photo Recap of Summer 2009

As always happens with me, I get tied up doing one thing after another and don’t get to post as much as I’d like. I’ve decided to spend the last two nights working on getting photos online from the last 5 major events of the summer thus far. Rather than do my “12-page thing” where I talk on and on and on about every little detail, I’m just going to recap the highlights of each of the events here and let you see the photos for yourself if you’d like.

 

CompTIA Breakaway 2009

DSCN1148 Vegas baby! What else needs to be said, right? CompTIA invited me this year to attend Breakaway in Las Vegas. Amy decided to take off work and fly out there with me, and together we got to experience a lot of “first times” together. First time I’d been to vegas, been to a casino, been on a vacation, gambled, etc. (Seriously, I’ve never taken a vacation really… this was really cool.)

They put us up in the Mirage Hotel and Casino from August 3rd –August 6th. I won’t even go into the horrible US Airways trouble we had… that would set a wrong tone for this post. I’ll just say that the event itself was great. I spent my days going to classes, meeting vendors, making new network connections. Amy spent her days getting nails done, toes done, hair done, trying on $800.00 worth of underwear,  just about everything “done” a girl can get done.  I got to meet Jenn Pyle in person, my Comptia rep. She’s a really cool person. It was great to see Nancy in person, meet Chris Rue, see Amy Luby from MSPSN again, and just an overall awesome experience. Jeff Bartow will always have a special place in Amy’s heart for making the trip fun for her. She was a little lost amidst the 1100 geeks and he gave her someone to laugh with who wasn’t in geek-network mode all the time… although I do think Jenn almost killed him when he kept making jokes during the governor’s speech!

The photos from the event are online at: CompTIA Breakaway 2009

 

Geekend 2009

tim (214) Wow. Geek Week this year was amazing. This was the third (I think) but the first I’ve ever been able to attend. I really have to thank all the folks that made it possible. You’re all amazing. In short, since I was already going to be in Vegas in August and since Vegas is only 3 hours from Tim, James, Amy L, and Shak, they decided to host Geek Week around my trip, which made it much more possible for me to attend. (Thanks again CompTia for paying for the flights!)

Amy and I hung out at Tim and James’ house from Thurdsday August 6th until Monday August 10th. I had a lot more firsts while I was here. Let me see if I can think of them all:

First time I:

  • Went to California
  • Got to swim in the Pacific (that’s three oceans I’ve visited now)
  • Drove a Mini Cooper (Thanks again Amy!)
  • Drove the Sunset Strip WAY faster than legally recommended.
  • Went to an off-broadway production. (I saw Hair with the gang. Thanks again whoever came up with that idea.)
  • Got to meet all the gang I’ve been gamin with for the last 4 and a half years.
  • Had… whatever that stuff Tim made for breakfast was.
  • Hung out with 14 people and MY sexual preference was in the minority! (God, the stories I’ll never tell.)
  • Went on Vacation with Amy.
  • Went to the San Diego Zoo

It was an amazing experience I’ll never forget. Thanks so much to all of you who came. It was really nice to meet everyone, especially Guy’s daughter, Serafina. I’ve heard her in the background talking for years now but I’ve never met her until now. She’s an amazingly cute little girl and awfully sweet. (She definitely gets none of that from Guy.)

The pictures are online at: Geekend 2009

 

Warning: There were 4 cameras going non-stop for 4 days, so there are a LOT of pictures from the weekend. I’ve tried to remove as many duplicates and blurry ones as possible, but I might have missed some. If anyone has any they want removed, just let me know as usual… I’ll take them down.

Note to Flickr Friends: I haven’t tagged everyone in them on Flickr, so if anyone wants to help with that, by all means feel free. There’s about 2000 tags that need to be done but it’s taken me two days just to get them all uploaded and sorted out as it is.

 

Family Reunion:

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There’s not a lot to say about a family reunion in the South… it’s basically like Christmas, but hotter. The whole family gets together and we eat lunch, catch up on each other’s lives, take some pictures, then we all head on home. It was great to see everyone, but I wish more had made it. There’s a few I haven’t seen in many years that I’d love to see again, but there’s always next year I guess…

The photos are online at: Family Reunion 2009

 

Hannah’s First MHS Ball Game

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My daughter is in eighth grade this year, but along with two of her classmates she was invited to play with the high school band during marching season. It was so very strange to sit in the bleachers with Michelle, EXACTLY three rows higher than we used to sit all those years ago, and watch my child playing with the high school marching redskins. Talk about nostalgia… wow. She did great and so did the team. Manteo opened the season with a victory over the Currituck Knights, and I got to see Hannah’s first marching performance. Very very cool.

The photos are online at:  MHS Marching Band 2009

 

Other Photos:

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There are a few more, but it’s not special event or anything. Well, at least it’s no more special than any other day I spend with Amy, which is to say it’s always special. Anyway, here’s some pics of what we’ve been up to at the house this summer:

Photos are online at: Summer 2009

Th-Th-That’s all folks!

Till next time!

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Restoring my history, one tool at a time.

Author's Note: This isn't really a series or anything, but it is sort of a follow-up on an article I wrote back in May when I first started working on restoring some of my families' tools. If you'd care to read the other article, it can be found here: "A little bit of old, in a little bit of New."

This weekend provided me with a chance to do some more restorations I've been wanting to do for quite awhile now. Amy had to go on a call, leaving me with little to do except piddle around in my garage-workshop, so I decided to start working on some of Daddy's and Papa's tools. I started this time with a Stanley Board Plane, specifically a Bailey #4. I'd never seen the Bailey markings or model number on it because it had been covered with years of sweat and sawdust which had combined into this thick protective layer of gunk that had to be removed before I could even see it was possessed of a model number at all. After completing the task of restoring it and sitting down to write about it on my laptop I decided to do some more research to see if I could date the tool to who owned it, assuming it was first either Dad's or Papa's. Time and the rapidity with which Stanley tool company changed its designs in the early years helped me to surprise myself yet again.

History of the #4 Board Plane

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This is a #4 Stanley Plane, sometimes called a Bailey-design plane. Sitting on this bench in today's modern world this is merely a rusty old tool, something most people dont' know how to use at all and those who do would likely prefer to use a modern router or bench planer rather than deal with this old throwback to the days of woodworking-gone-by. Before I tell you about this plane though, you need to know its history.

How the Bailey plane became the Stanley plane

Rather than recap this section, I'm going to quote an article from MIT in its entirety. It's relatively short, but interesting if you're into this sort of thing.

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Leonard Bailey was a tool designer in the 19th century, who, working on his own and later for Stanley Rule and Level Co. (now Stanley Tools) , designed Bailey, Victor, and Defiant bench planes, or tools used to smooth the surface of wood. His designs became models for most planes made after mid-1800s.

Bailey started out as a cabinetmaker before becoming a toolmaker in Boston, where he produced innovative bench and block planes, scrapers, and spokeshaves during the 1850s. Bailey's first patent, in 1855, describes a scraper plane with an adjustable cutter. The blade was mounted on a plate that pivoted near the sole of the tool. As the angle changed, the depth of cut changed.

Soon after, Bailey adapted the principle to metal bench planes. He mounted the cutter on a pivoting casting installed between the sides of the metal body. Angling the blade forward simultaneously increased the depth of cut and the mouth opening. Shifting it backward decreased the opening and depth of cut for fine work. Bailey also patented the lever cap that held the blade in place.

Bailey's 1867 patent shows the plane design we are most familiar with today. The plane's cutter moves along a 45 degree bed by means of a forked lever that's activated by a knob. This mechanism was used on both wooden and cast-iron planes. Bailey is also credited with the adjustable frog - the bed on which the cutter rests - and the cap iron, a thin piece of metal with a curved edge that's fastened to the cutter to keep it stiff.

Until May, 1869, Bailey ran his own factory - Bailey, Chaney & Co., which he sold to Stanley Rule and Level Co., giving them the right to manufacture tools under his patents. However, in 1875, after inventor Justus Traut patented the No.110 block plane Stanley had in production for several months, Bailey terminated his contract with Stanley, claiming that sales of the plane cut into his royalties.

Shortly thereafter, he developed the 'Victor' plane line to compete with the Stanley/Bailey planes still in production by Stanley. He fought several unsuccessful patent infringement fights with Stanley and lost a significant battle in 1878 when the Stanley company won a decision against Bailey and the Victor line of planes. The decision resulted in Bailey's sale of the Victor business to the Bailey Wringing Machine Co. of Woonsocket, Rhode Island. He moved there to produce Victor and Defiance planes and tools.

However, in 1880, Stanley took over as the sole agent for Bailey's Victor planes. After a series of patent-infringement suits and charges of industrial espionage, Stanley bought the entire Victor production facility in 1884 and then discontinued the line. (In 1936, Stanley resurrected the Victor name for a few years and applied it to a series of inexpensive homeowner-grade tools.) Bailey, meanwhile, stopped inventing nearly altogether and became a manufacturer of copy presses. Though his ideas are often taken credit for by the Stanley Co., his genius as an innovator is indiminishable.

Source: http://web.mit.edu/invent/iow/bailey.html

So now you know why some of the oldest hand planes still left around today are referred to as Bailey planes and why his stamp appears on the front of the sole of the plane.

Timeless craftsmanship in the Bailey line

a Modern Stanley Bench Plane

A little bit of time spent on Google will reveal the Stanley bench plane in the Bailey model is still sold today. Shown here is a modern #4, available for $75.00.

If you look hard you can see "Stanley" embossed on the lever cap, outlined in red paint. This is one of the defining characteristics that helps date the model I have. This embossing wasn't added to Stanley planes until 1925, meaning the one my Dad left me, sans-embossing, predates the 1925 models.

Some further research revealed a few other characteristics that narrowed down the model more precisely. The knob located on the front of the shoe (or bottom) of the plane varies with the year. The basic shape of the shoe planes mine as a Type 11 or Type 12 model. The Type 11 was manufactured from 1910-1918 and possesses a low knob. The Type 12 possesses a high knob and was manufactured between 1918 to 1924.

My #4 has a low, knob, so I was pretty sure it was a Model 11, but the last identifier seals the deal. The brass blade adjustment ring, located in the rear of the plane in front of the handle further classifies the plane. The brass nut on on the model 11 is smaller than 1 1/4 inches and the model 12 is larger. Mine is smaller, so I'm two for two on defining characteristics. This is most definitely a Stanley #4 Bailey-Model bench plane, manufactured between 1910-1918.

Form and Function

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There have been hundreds of various types of planes developed over the years. Back in the late 1800's models were manufactured specifically for certain kinds of window-sashes and casements that were in widespread use amongst carpenters. Some of the general classifications of planes include Bench, Smooth, Jack, Fore, Jointer, Jenny, Rabbet, Side Rabbet, Dado, Plow, Tonguing, Chuteboard, Routing, Circular, Chamfer, and others.

The one I'm working with this weekend is a corrugated bench plane, mainly designed for smoothing just prior to sanding, but also suitable for scraping or finishing work.

Passed down again, and again

I'm forced to do a little more Jordan math to determine who this plane originally belonged to, and in doing so I was amazed yet again. Though I know the tool is old I was thinking more along the lines of 50 years or so. Instead this plane is somewhere between 91 to 99 years old this year. I'm assuming a few things when I date this. First, papa wasn't even born yet when this tool was popular and in heavy circulation, so I'm assuming it was passed down from his dad to him. Second, my great-grandfather Jordan was born in 1881 and died in 1946 at 65 years old. He would have been 29 years old when this tool was put on the market, making it supremely likely that this was his tool originally. He would have been old enough to be working on his own and would have needed a plane, or most likely a multitude of them, to do his job. Third, we Jordan men seem to have a knack for buying the best tools for the job, though not necessarily new ones, preferring to rely on solid experience and rugged dependability and suitability over flash and shine. I'm guessing, if my great grandfather was anything like Papa or Dad he would have waited a few years and then bought one of the older models rather than a newer one. I've never been sure why but it's just how all my forefathers seemed to be. So, I'm going to go with the oldest date possible and say this is a 99 year old Stanley plane belonging to my great-grandfather. This makes me the 4th Jordan man to possess and use this tool in almost a century.

It's really kind of awesome to hold it in my hand and feel the nicks and burrs in the wood, to see the splash of green paint and wonder which one of my forefathers left it there. Truly I suspect this was in the shop when Papa and Dad were painting the old green garage we had when I was young, though this would have likely been splashed on it when the first coat of paint was applied, sometime in the 1970s. It's easy to see Papa accidentally splashing a few dots of green paint on it while it sat on the tailgate of his Chevy truck mixing up paint for the garage. (I only assume the green garage because of the unique color of that building. It was truly a horrendous color to trim the building, but that made it also a memorable one, and I'm pretty sure the paint I cleaned from the grips was the same shade.)

Preparing for a new life

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Part of me wanted to keep it just like it is and use it on my own woodworking projects, not wanting to remove the memories of its history by sanding them away. Another part of me feels more like cleaning and restoring it is similar to taking the slip cover off Grand-daddy's vintage ford and changing the oil and waxing the paint job before putting her into service again in the hands of a new driver. With this thought I mind began to strip it down and get it ready for cleaning.

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The lever cap and plane iron are in rough shape.

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The rust is dominant even under the lever cap, all the way down the iron and on the shoe as well.

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Looking under the iron reveals old insect nests housed inside the frog.

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The frog itself is pretty much rusted over 90% of it's surface, but all the parts still work smoothly.

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All the parts diaplayed (minus the screws and fittings). From left to right, (if you care) are the Plane Iron Cap, the Single Plane Iron (the blade removed from the cap), the shoe (or body), the fore and rear rosewood handles, the Lever Cap, and the Frog.

I won't bore you with the details of how the refinishing was done. Basically the parts were placed in a bench vise and attacked vigorously with a variety of wire wheels on a high-speed drill. Mostly all I needed was a 3" fine wheel and a deep bore coarse brush for getting into the cracks and crevasses. Like with the other tools I have started restoring, all the raw iron and steel parts get coated with a generous application of farm tractor paint. Its resilient enough to rebuff minor scratches and keeps the raw materials from being exposed to air where it will just oxidize again quickly if the tools aren't used daily.

Ready for the 4th Generation of Use

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The shoe is ready to once again harness its fittings and be put back into daily use.

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A fully restored bench plane, ready to go back to work.

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This photo shows the beautifully crafted rosewood handle and the polished brass adjustment nut.

Well, that's one more tool down, and a lot more to go. Will write again soon,

Tommy

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Photos: Josh’s Graduation

Josh's Graduation

   Amy sent me these and gave me permission to share them, so I thought I’d post here for the family and friends who wanted to see. These are the photos from Joshua’s graduation ceremony on Friday.

Click here to see the full album on Flickr.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Wrung out and tar’d.

That sentiment just about sums up my day today. It’s 7:47 pm now and I’m sitting here at my desk with a fresh pot of coffee and basking in the cleanliness. After the day we had, cleanliness is something to admire.

Chris and I started our day out today at Alliance One in Farmville, replacing some old gear with new gear. I won’t bore you with the details because I’m pretty much the only one who will care and I was there, thus I do not require a recap. Here’s a few photos from our day I thought I’d share.

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No, that’s ok Tommy. You take pictures. We need pictures. I’ll just stand here with this fifty pound rack while you take pictures. Wait, get me from my good side!

Basically what we are doing is taking all that nasty mess you see below and installing it properly in a rack, (that thing Chris is holding above) with the exception that it’s going to be 22 feet in the air, suspended on an I-Beam. Ugh. We’ve got two of these locations to replace within the manufacturing plant and one new one to install.

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Guys who do work like this (above) is why guys like me have jobs. That orange mess of wire you see is fiber optic cabling. That semi-yellow wire is the cat5e cabling. I could go into about 30 different code violations just in this one box you see here, but it’s not worth it. They love us over there and we get all the fix-er-up jobs as they budget them in.

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Chris neglected to tell me when he surveyed the site that we were drilling in to the structural mounting beams for the entire facility. These aren’t 1/8 thick I-beams. These turkeys are 10 inches wide and half an inch thick of solid tempered steel. For the record, had I known this I wouldn’t have brought a drill; I’d have brought a mig-welder and been done with the whole mess in a matter of seconds. As it was, we went to town on these beams, taking turns on the drill. We burned up the first two bits in 30 minutes flat… and by the time I was done today that third bit that I babied along (cause it was my last one) isn’t good for much more than making a wind chime.

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We were bored waiting on the scissor-lifts to charge again. The client forgot to charge them completely for us so they gave out on us about halfway through the morning. Working in a 26 foot ceiling with two dead lifts makes it a really long day!

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ROFL. I had a towel on under my hard hat all day so I was able to keep my face mostly clean throughout the day. Chris didn’t have that luxury, so he’s looking a little dirty in this one. It’s good honest sweat and dirt though, the best kind if you have to have it.

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I posted this one in fairness to Moose. If I’m gonna post dirty nasty shots of him on the web, I might as well accompany it with my own ridiculous photos.

After being delayed with dead lifts, broken bits, and other tempered steel beam construction related issues, not to mention a fiber fiasco that’s going to make testing this network a real party (read as not), we ran over our timeline. The only feasible way to get this job done on time so we can do the other job scheduled on Tuesday is to work tomorrow too. So, we boys is workin’ on Saturday this week!! Chris and I tried to wrangle Eddie and Tim into helping but both were already on the way out of town by the time we left the job site for the day. Besides, it is a national holiday so someone might as well get some time off.

This was going to be my first year attending a NCBBA Annual meeting (another client and also an organization to which I belong) but it seems the fickle finger of fate has other plans for me. If we don’t get this job finished we won’t be able to do it until next Friday because that’s the only day the plants is shut down and the lifts are free. So, go to the beach and take another week to get paid on the job, or get it done on your day off. You can guess which one we decided on. The good news in all this is the client was on-site to see the problems, so we’re not going to have a hard time with the overtime.

Well, I need to go update the job ticket on our service desk, so I’d better get to it. You all have a great memorial day weekend! Think of me while drinking cute fuzzy drinks with straws in them.

(And leave the occasional comment dangit) I get all kinds of phone calls about the blog, but no one ever leaves comments on it. This of course isn’t really a comment-worthy post, so I’m just generalizing. Share your thoughts, speak up, tell me a joke, etc.

Peace!

Meet Paco

For those that like snakes, I’d like you to meet Paco, a Honduran milk snake. This is feeding day.

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Yes, that was a rat.

Ok, back to work.

 

Monday, May 04, 2009

HOLY CRAP I’M TIRED

Ok, I’d planned to write this long article about my weekend and all the work we got done. Instead, I’m exhausted and have settled on providing you with the Cliff’s Notes version.

The short story is that somehow, and I have no idea how, four guys doing the lifting, 1 woman supervising and 1 woman keeping the guys supplied with food managed to load an entire 2400 square foot house worth of stuff, move it, bring it in, unpack it (ALL) and mow the grass and do cleanup in 5 hours flat. I have no idea how we did it. We weren’t hussling or rushing at all… it just went smooth.

I’m going to share some pics and then I’m taking a break and going to bed!

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This is Dakota, my favorite. Amy says she’s hard to get along with but her and I seem to get along without problem. Mom, you might remember the story but Cody was Dakota’s mother. Cody is the Appaloosa Amy’s dad had when we were dating in high school that stepped on my foot and refused to move.  Dakota apparently shares some maternal traits, but she’s really good natured.

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Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful? Looks like she’s posing.

 

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Little Man is doing the stoic “I’m not looking at you looking at me” pose.

 

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(sigh.. Mom’s never gonna feel safe in this house if I show this picture…) This is Frankie, Amy’s (and I decidedly say HERS because I refuse to have a snake as a pet) Albino Milk snake. He’s a month old or so right now, about ten inches long. I seriously almost decided never to ever ever ever tell Mom she had a snake, but I figured Josh would blurt it out anyway eventually so I might as well come clean. For the record, I had nothing to do with it! Snakes are cool and all, but I just don’t want to have to maintain a cage for something I’d rather wear as boots.

 

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This is the new house. I can’t get the cable and internet wired up until TimeWarner brings in the line off the tap, which is supposed to be around the 13th, but we got all the rest of the stuff working and turned on. It’s 2,400 sq ft with the “Room-de-Bonus, Part Deus” still unfinished. I’m going to work on that in my free time… right, like I have free time! I don’t actually think I’m allowed to work on the bonus room until the back deck, patio, and privacy fence are built and finished…  Any of you guys got some free weekends and want to sweat for no good reason with me?

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This is the south-east end of the house.

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This is taken from the northwest corner, showing the garage.

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This is me playing in an architectural design program, rescaling the house so Amy can decide what she wants to paint what color, where to add this and that, etc. I figured I can do a 3D mock up and play with the design ideas from there rather than trial and error. Took me a few minutes to learn the new program but I’m getting the hang of it now.

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And this is the Sylvia and Mom shot as Amy waves bye.

I’ll do interior photos tomorrow. For right now, I’m going to bed.

Peace

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

If Women Ruled The World

It’s not often at all that I share email humor on the blog, but this was just too darned funny not to! Lisa Gard sent this to me in email earlier today and I just had to take a moment to pass on the laughs. This is our life if women ruled the world…


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Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Neat Stuff: FADA 970 AM/FM Radio

While I was up at Dad’s this past weekend, he gave me a radio he’d been holding on to for me for awhile. It was purchased for Nanny and Papa by a lady in Manteo when Dad was a kid.  Being me, I brought it home, broke out the cleaners, scrubbers, 409, polish, and about everything else I could find to bring this thing back to life. A few minutes of Cat5 wiring had me a new FM antenna to test out on it.  As expected, it works just fine!

If you look at the top of the radio dial, you can make out that this was made before they called it AM, and FM. FM was still short for Frequency Modulation, being the newer of the two wavelenghts. However, the AM designation hadn’t been applied yet. It was still called “Standard Broadcast.”

Curious to find out a little bit about it, I did some googling. Check it out. This is a 1949 FADA AM/FM 1 watt radio.

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Here is the history, according to an antique radio collector I found online:

History of FADA

A classic of Art Deco industrial design, FADA radios were the creation of Frank A. D'Andrea who began the company in 1920 in Long Island City, New York. Originally known by the makers name as the F. A. Andrea Co. and then the initials of the founder, FADA at first made only a variety of radio components such as coils, condensers, etc.which were in great demand as the radio boom of the twenties began. Moving beyond component manufacturing, FADA began assembling complete radios in 1923 to designs done by Mr. D'Andrea, utilizing modern plastics such as bakelite and catalin in a streamlined, Art Deco design. FADA designs were extremely popular as an attractive Art Deco everyday object affordable by the masses. Frank D'Andrea was more of an inventor than a businessman, and he experienced a great deal of labor strife with both his employees, totaling about 600 at the peak, and his fellow executives.
FADA was sold to a group of Boston investors in 1932, and when demand and production continued to stagnate, the company filed for bankruptcy protection in 1934 following the difficult years after the Great Depression. Frank D'Andrea left the company and founded the Andrea Radio Corporation which manufactured inexpensive radios both under its own name and private labeling radios for others. A group of New York investors brought FADA out of bankruptcy and operated it until the 1940s, suspending production during World War II in order to make electronic components for the U.S. military. After the war, they continued to produce the original designs in the modern plastics and the distinctive metal decoration before permanently suspending operations in the 1950s. FADA radios were of moderate quality and price but carried the distinctive design in the use of industrial plastics in the Art Deco style-- the reason they are so highly collected today.

So, now you know. Neat huh?

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Another day...

Well, today has been... eventful. I got up this morning and went down to Uhaul to get the trailer for Tex and Janet so we could load up their stuff when they get here. I'd already parked mine farther up the hill and I was wondering where in the world I was going to park another dual axle 12' trailer and how I was going to get it up this hill. I'm in the Georgia mountains, at Dad's house, and the driveway is a 30 degree incline of red Georgia clay, laced with gravel for traction.

I got to Uhaul and picked up the trailer, only to find it was the wrong size. After switching it out for the right size trailer I got back to the house and decided to try to back it up the hill where I needed it to be. I knew there was no way to pull it up and then turn it around. It too wide, too long, and there's just not the room at the top of the hill to maneuver it. So, I got it turned around and started up the hill. It wasn't 10 feet before I'm free-wheeling through the mud, smoking tires, and jackknifing my rear-end. I pulled it down, got a little of a running start in reverse, and got her a little farther before I hit the same issue. The mountain and I played this game a few more times, before the mountain hit me below the belt. I backed up the hill, started to slide down and then she dug in a little bit, so I hit the gas and pushed her on up the hill. Right as I did that I spun across a sharp rock and blew the driver side rear tire.

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I pulled her on down the hill, told my little sister to run up to the house and get me a cup of coffee, and just settled in to change the tire in the mud. I hunt around for a brace for my jack, finally get one, and get the old tire off. As I get the new tire on and start to let the truck down on it, I see a little give in the tire. Guess what? My full size spare is flat... It's been sitting in the wheel well for about a year and I guess the air just bled out over time.

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Thankfully I was here at the house instead of out on the road somewhere. I got the air compressor out of the barn, pumped the new tire back up, and she's been good to go ever since. I took old girl out for a spin to check the pressure and she seems to be holding tight.

Old Memories


Antique Tools
These are my grandfather's and great-grandfather's tools, now passed down to me and my generation. There is an assortment of old handsaws, bracing bits, draw saws, hand drills, and hundreds of other tools used by three previous generations of Jordan men throughout their lives. These tools you see here have built hundreds of houses, boats, furniture, cabinets, and have more other memories than I can ever imagine. If they could talk, I'd happily sit for days and hear their stories. These tools saw the invention of the automobile, electricity, power tools, and hundreds of other advances through time. They've sat side by side on the tool benches of my families men, alongside power drills, electric radial arm saws, drill presses, and pneumatic innovations. There's just something I find comfortable about going back to these tools though... my father has stripped them down, cleaned them, and used them through the years. Before him my grandfather used them, cleaned them, and put them back away safely until they were needed again. Even before him, his father, whom I've never known and only ever even seen one picture of, used these to build houses and other crafts from his day. Over a hundred years of men have used these tools and put them to work. My brother and I will carry on with their use so the skill won't be lost. One day I'll teach my kids how to use them and pass some of them down the line to them too.

I'll share more pictures and stories once we get the tools back home and get them organized and laid out.

Antique Toys  
If you ever wonder why I grew up to be big and strong, this picture should say it all. Those are my original Tonka toys, bought almost 30 years ago when I was a boy. I bet that bulldozer has driven hundreds of miles through dirt hills with me on my knees pushing it. The dump truck has probably moved actual tons of dirt over the ages. I got these from Dad today, where they've been kept safe over the years. I think I'm going to see if I can get in touch with Tonka and find the original paint and stickers for them.... strip 'em down and prepare them for another set of hands to use in the field, for another boy to gleefully chase behind, all the while making diesel sounds as they roar up and down hills made of black dirt and loose sand. That 25-pound bulldozer will once again pave roads through sand hills, while the front end loader loads ton after imaginary ton of sand into the dump truck, who then will drive it off to some other destination, where only a young boy imaginary construction crew can properly put it to good use, most likely against the better judgement of adults who are incapable of understanding why the garden soil would better be utilized in the driveway...

Well, that's my day so far. I'm going to upload this while I go back up the mountain to help an old indian guy named Jack connect his new TV set so he can watch his games. I'll write more later.