Snow Farm Woodturning Day 1: Concentrated Bliss

[gerisullivan]

35 more photos in my Snow Farm Scrapbook Album. Clicking on embedded images doesn't automatically take you to the album anymore; there's probably a setting for that that I'll discover later. More photos to be added Sunday...or as soon after as I manage.

There are a kazillion memorable, fun moments from Saturday. "You're being...creative." AKA the instructor's kind way of saying "that's not anything like it's supposed to look like." I wasn't the only person he said it to, but I was the first. :-)


I wore Daddy's face mask, complete with sawdust from 22 Grand Blvd. I'd put it in the car on a whim, only to discover after my arrival that we'd all be wearing them. Fun.

My 10" cherry bowl seems to be a 7.5" cherry bowl with the other 2.5" taking the form of cherry wood shavings. One might think I have a thing for the aroma of cherry being turned. One would be right, though that wasn't a conscious motivation behind the eventual size of my bowl.

While Snow Farm classes are limited to 12 people, the woodturning class was limited to 6. We each had our own lathe to work on. It of course makes sense, but I didn't know until I walked into the shop.

I was only the second oldest person in the class; 92-year-old Dick from Somers, CT came in as eldest. He'd last worked on a lathe in high school shop class, so it had been even longer for him. One of other 3 students was clearly a first-timer, and perhaps 2 of them were. If the third guy was a first-timer, he had mad skillz from the get-go. I'm betting he's worked on a lathe before, and considerably less than the 47-74 years it had been for Dick and me.

The shop didn't smell right until we started turning our cherry bowls around 3-3:30pm.

My feet were feeling it by the end of the day, but I was pretty much solidly on them for 7 of the 8 hours I was there. I'm glad they held up and didn't give me any real problems. Dick was surprised at how quickly the time went by; he thought it was just mid-afternoon when we stopped a bit after 6pm.

Instructor Rick Angus is excellent. Lots of demonstrations covering each step on the instructor's lathe with the 5 of us gathered round; lots of 1-on-1 guidance on the small ash bowl we did for practice; then stepped clearly back as we repeated the first of the steps on our larger cherry bowls. We'll turn the interiors of those bowls Sunday.

I'm still struggling with exactly where to place the gouge tool, mostly how to get the bevel in the correct position at the correct angle. Then, when to pull the end of the handle toward me and when to push it away and at what pace. That's all in the practice.

I don't expect to set a lathe up in the garage and start with a new hobby. Knitting is expensive enough and I already don't have the time I want for it. But, wow, I'll take this sheer bliss anytime. My day was filled with deep concentration, trying to get the feel of the tools and the wood, interspersed with radiant grins when I stopped the lathe, felt the surface of the wood with my fingers, and discovered that, yes, I'd nailed it.

And I get to power up the lathe again in another 8.5 hours in the hope of nailing it again with the interior of my cherry bowl. One of my classmates ruined his ash bowl at the very end of finishing the interior, so I know it can happen. And I've inadvertently set myself up with a challenge -- in the process of unintentionally turning into a 7.5" bowl, it turned into a trumpet bell shape as well. With a very thin rim. Hmmmm. It could easily turn into a curious art piece suggestive of a bowl.

One last note for tonight: I didn't deliberately save any lathe tools from Daddy's extensive supply because I didn't anticipate ever using them. But two ancient, small, short-handled tools found their way into the Cardis and thus followed me home to Toad Woods. Rick is going to sharpen them up a bit for me and tomorrow I plan to add a couple of decorative cut stripes in my cherry bowl using those tools. They're obviously older than any of Daddy's woodworking tools. They were most likely Grandpa Waldo's handed on to Daddy when he was young, and maybe even a generation older than that.

AKA More Bliss. And such happy, happy memories.

Comments

[janeehawkins.livejournal.com]

You inspired me to get that bowl out of storage in the basement and clean it up. It isn't as lovely as it once was -- slightly marred with use -- but I still love the feel and look of it.

I actually have a lathe, but it is a huge and very old thing that I'm afraid to plug in. It belonged to a friend's grandfather and was delivered to me by surprise about ten years ago. Someday I must either pass it on or try to make it work.

[gerisullivan.livejournal.com]

That is so neat! I love that you, too, were able to find the bowl you made so long ago. And that the feel and look is still so very pleasing. I hope to see it in person some day. Picture in the meanwhile?

I turned on all three of the wood lathes Daddy had as well as the absolutely ancient small metal lathe that I never remember seeing run in my lifetime. The lathes were circa 40-65 years old and all three ran beautifully, so age alone isn't sure to be a problem with yours.