Gr8trim4u
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- Jun 23, 2013
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Curious what people feel like is their most treasured hand tool. Inherited, passed down, legacy tool from you past. Whatever it maybe.
Mine is a 10" drywall knife. I have had it since 1994. I had relocated from the west coast to Elizabethtown Ky to work for my fathers drywall company. The knife was brand new. I was chasing my father through the house he was running a Bazooka(any of you know what taping tools are, this thing can keep 2 guys busy trying to catch it). I was wiping down and the knife was leaving no mud behind. My dad grabs it out of my hands proceed to a door jamb. Both hands on each end and proceed to slam it right in the middle of the jamb. TO this day it has the perfect bow for taping. Every time i handle it (less frequency these days) I still feel a sense of pride and knowing its history. My father passed 5 years ago. Every time I hold and use that knife i have a connection.
My second one would be an Occidental trimmers belt my kids gave to me on fathers day some 20 years ago. I have given to my son who know trims with me on the summers when he is home from college.
Mine is a 10" drywall knife. I have had it since 1994. I had relocated from the west coast to Elizabethtown Ky to work for my fathers drywall company. The knife was brand new. I was chasing my father through the house he was running a Bazooka(any of you know what taping tools are, this thing can keep 2 guys busy trying to catch it). I was wiping down and the knife was leaving no mud behind. My dad grabs it out of my hands proceed to a door jamb. Both hands on each end and proceed to slam it right in the middle of the jamb. TO this day it has the perfect bow for taping. Every time i handle it (less frequency these days) I still feel a sense of pride and knowing its history. My father passed 5 years ago. Every time I hold and use that knife i have a connection.
My second one would be an Occidental trimmers belt my kids gave to me on fathers day some 20 years ago. I have given to my son who know trims with me on the summers when he is home from college.