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Sawyers &#8211

In 1838 I was 14 years of age, and then in the wilds of Maine. My father lived four miles from the city of Bangor, and his farm, then nearly all covered with forest trees, bordered on the banks of the Penobscot, a stream with many old-style sash saw mills, all run by water power. …

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Ask for Help &#8211

When we set out to build a workbench for the Cincinnati Museum’s Center’s exhibit on Henry Boyd, I figured that Megan and I would do most of the work. Yes, we had invited the public to help, but usually that involves them heckling us: “I bet that would be easier if you had a nail …

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Roorkee Chair &#8211

Though they use different joinery and turnings, these Roorkee chairs function in the same manner to travel with ease and adapt to any terrain. (Courtesy of the Council of the National Army Museum, London) This is an excerpt from “Campaign Furniture” by Christopher Schwarz.  As the British military was forced to become more responsive and quick …

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Why I married my sister &#8211

In honor of Chris’s sojourn in the land of beer and sausages, as Derek Jones recently called it, here’s a post on sausage making. Share this: Print Email Facebook Tumblr Pinterest Twitter Like this: Like Loading…

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