This plane tells a story from a craftsman who I suppose “retired” a long time ago. I’ll call him “Mr Greene”.
Mr Greene worked in a shop full of bungling builders who saw no fault in borrowing the tools of the better craftsman. What hack wants to sharpen his own dilapidated tools, anyway? Disgusted with their self-serving ways, Mr Greene set out to save his tools from their careless hands of ham. Engraving his name on his tools wasn’t enough protection – this only helped reclaim his tools upon close inspection. Mr Greene needed to take a more drastic approach. With no small amount of reservation Mr Greene disassembled his tools and with care made a mark that would be easily distinguished as his and his alone. “Now I will be able to spot my tools from across the shop should one of these careless hacks remove it from my workbench. That will show them.” Mr Greene inspected his handiwork and rather liked the bold new look.
Mr Greene’s plan worked exactly as intended. Whenever his tools were in the hands of a hack, he knew it immediately and was able to fetch them before any serious damage was done. Soon the careless co-workers stopped stealing his tools altogether, knowing it would be folly under his watchful eye. From that fateful day with paint, Mr Greene’s tools stayed in good order, and no doubt his relationships with his co-laborers were aided by his precaution.
Underneath the bright green paint lie the bones of a solid plane that was once well tuned. I’ve inspected 100’s of vintage planes and most are unusable in their “as found” condition and generally show no evidence of ever being tuned or used by a conscientious carpenter. This plane is different. As I found it, the frog was actually well seated in the body. The blade was dull and pitted from years of neglect, but at the last sharpening was properly ground and had evidence that the back was flattened at some point (this is rare).
I acquired this plane from a rust hunter to be my backup smoother in case I drop my user #4. I have done nothing more than a light cleaning and I expect I never will. I wouldn’t want to mess with the legacy of Mr Greene.
There are at least 2 lessons to be learned from this plane.
1 – If you are remembered after “retirement”, it will be by what you leave behind. Will your legacy be a messy life, messy relationships and evidence of lazy living? Or will your legacy be one of self control, stewardship, and serving others? I’m speaking of more than tools.
2 – If you work in a shop with others who are less considerate, paint your tools a really obnoxious color. When one of your shop mates picks up your tools it will be obvious from across the shop and you can rescue it from the clutches of the bungling builder…