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November 13, 2006

Grandpop's Shop—Part 2

Outdoor entrance to basement shop (below my Grandmom's house).

Back in April, I posted a few photos of my Grandpop's old machine shop (and the best photo was just published in the current issue of Make magazine) but, as you can imagine, there's a number of photos left over.

And though the photos may not be pretty, I thought the readers of Tinselman might be interested in seeing a little more of the shop. Please enjoy! (and click photos to enlarge)...

Walking down toward the inner door of the shop.

View upon entering shop.

View of closed door. For close-up, see previous post.

From as far back as I can remember, the back end of the shop was so full of junk that it was unusable. 

This is not the lathe that I wrote about in the short Make article.

Grandpop's old drill press. Is this not the coolest thing you've ever seen?



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Sometimes, in life, you'll come across a location, or a particular place, and you get the feeling you were meant to see it, that it was in someway special or significant, and that if you could just put your finger on whatever it is, you'd understand... everything. Truly, I think your grandfather's shop is one of those places. Unexplainable, but definitely special once you see it.

Posted by: Adam Wilmer | Nov 13, 2006 6:44:51 PM

Wilmey had a nice way of wording it. I was simply going to say it all looks rather "homey" and "comfortable," but Mr. Wilmer's phrase sounds more eloquent.

Posted by: Joelson Carl | Nov 13, 2006 9:00:41 PM

OMG that drill press is amazing. And the vise. And the lathe. And the blue paint on that door. I bet it smells like 1945.

Posted by: Chris G | Nov 14, 2006 6:53:40 AM

Wilmey’s poetic comment does say it best, really. Lifetimes of inspiration, imagination, ingenuity and timelessness, all are there in that machine shop.

Posted by: wpw | Nov 14, 2006 7:59:14 AM

Yes! That is so right, Wilmey (can I call you Wilmey? Everyone else does, but I'm new, so I'm not sure how protocol goes for stuff like that...) but anyway - Woah-hey for Grandpop's shop! I can also see how some of the stuff in there impacted your work later - some of those machines were very mystish.

Posted by: indrabar | Nov 14, 2006 1:14:41 PM

Sure, call me Wilmey. Everyone else does. I've been branded Wilmey by Robyn Miller, who else can say that, really? Welcome to the posts, by the way...

Posted by: Adam Wilmer | Nov 14, 2006 1:29:22 PM

Looks like you could spend hours there, just looking.

(And possibly trying to make that lever work.)

Posted by: Scott Elyard | Nov 20, 2006 11:36:43 AM

Your grandpa's shop is cooler than my grandpa's shop! Awe, but my grandpa's shop has lots of special memories. Like the time he fixed my old oscilloscopes. Thanks for sharing your pictures!

Posted by: RR Anderson | Dec 19, 2006 9:16:24 AM

I'd just like to say that it's a nice idea to share this kind of place with other people, because it embodies a large chunk of who your grandfather was, both directly and inferred. My grampa was an electrical engineer, machinist (apprenticed!), photographer, painter, hobby-geologist, jeweler, carpenter, etc etc. His basement was like your grampas, only larger -- stuff everywhere to do nearly everything. I miss him now that I'm starting to dig Making, and I appreciate your homage 110%. Thanks.

Posted by: pete | Dec 20, 2006 9:51:22 PM

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