I got out the pry bar earlier this week to help demolish a deck. Later on, during a break, I pondered how long I had owned that pry bar.
It was the spring of 1974 my (now departed) wife and I were in an apartment in the college ghetto in Natchitoches and she wanted some renovation. I went to DeBlieux' Hardware on Front Street and bought a small pry bar.
Fifty years later, that pry bar is still serving me well. Oh, and about that first wife. She didn't die. She just departed. Last I heard, se was doing well, living in northern Arkansas
I still use several tools I inherited when Dad died in January of 1963. Funny how the Craftsman name actually meant something back then. He told me to buy rather than rent and to never buy a cheap tool. You've made me look at some old ones and remember projects of my teen years. And wife -- well still together since 09/68, a year after I came back from SEA.
ReplyDeleteOh yeah, those pry bars will last forever!
ReplyDeleteLast week I came across a wrench with my name engraved on it. It is part of a set my uncle gave me that were my first real tools at 8. I know I still have the hammer; I think I still have the pliers also.
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