habu68

basis for pound puppy
circa 1960

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Dave Guard/Gretchen Guard

I met a nice old man today, oh, yes, oh, and he sure had a lot to say, a good long time ago.
I've led a soldier's occupation, oh, yes, oh, in every part of this big nation, a good long time ago.
I've seen the world and roamed its placed, oh, yes, oh. I guess I've been in a million places, a good long time ago.
But there are times when soldiering gets lonely, you long for friendly company.
So when you find an unfamiliar city, here's advice that always worked for me.

When your train gets into town, oh, yes, oh, just make a bee line to the pound, a good long time ago.
Don't just wander helter-skelter, oh, yes, oh, seek the nearest animal shelter, a good long time ago.
You soon will find the truest of companions. A little dog can melt a heart of stone.
Just when you think you're up a dreary canyon, a puppy's love can bring you close to home.

Find a store and buy some twine, oh, yes, oh. Now tie the doggie to the line, a good long time ago.
Thus prepared for any weather, oh, yes, oh. Dog and man will stand together, a good long time ago.
For mothers warn their daughters of the dangers of soldiers in their quest for girls.
Never, never speak to strangers unless their from the canine world.

A sweet young maid in passing by, oh, yes, oh, saw my smile but made no reply, a good long time ago.
The puppy fixed his gaze upon her, oh, yes, oh, two steps more and she was a goner, a good long time ago.
The sands of time have swept away the heart aches, the tears, the parting, and the pain.
The pup I gave her for a keep sake will always remind me of what's her name (what's her name?)

Get a cute puppy at the pound and take him to where the girls are.... even if it doesn't work you will have one new friend.

A man who lived next door to us at the farm had a three legged pig that followed him every where. It twice saved his life. Once, his tractor tipped and pinned him to the ground, the pig ran to the house and raised such a ruckus that the good wife followed the pig to the field and extricated her husband. The other time a spark from the wood stove started a fire on the rug in the living room late at night, the pig smelling smoke, began running around the outside of the house, squealing and woke everyone in the house, so that the rug was the only thing damaged.

Now, you may ask why the pig only had 3 legs, to which the farmer would reply, "a pig like that you would not want to eat all at once.":rolleyes::D

Search "blacksmith,anvil, vise, vice, forge, and tongs" on craigslist: san francisco bay area classifieds for your local area. I have found all of these at a reasonable driving radius.

Note "Vice" is a common misspelling and can lead to interesting paths to follow; sometimes it will even lead to a device (pun intended) that will secure hot metal. Did you ever wonder why there are so many people named Smith??? We are a randy bunch.

Here is another about half way down the page listed as a treadle hammer Old Sturbridge

I found this on Craigslist.com with a search on blacksmith. now all I have to do is find a way to raise it so I don't have to work on my knees.

Behind it is the almost completed Great Bellows Re-build Project, there is at least one more week to go on it. Bellows was also a craigslist find but it was a basket case. I have almost 100 photos of the rebuild, there should be a blueprint in there some where.

The forge has a small champion blower on it, that runs like a clock. Cost: $50 and half a tank of gas.


Space alien turning mini forge blower

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8273404962766363511&q=spike+jones+blacksmith&total=1&start=0&num=10&so=0&type=search&plindex=0:D

YES I DO and it has a digital read out. I ran an emission test station for cars for 5 years and i have suffered from the health effects longterm exposure to low level CO as well as some close calls with high level exposure. If you don't have a CO detector in your shop, PLEASE keep your life insurance paid up. CO levels put out by a reducing atmosphere forge will kill you with in minutes. Excuse me for the yelling but this is a subject that will make me pull out my soap box.

Here is a neat old book on babbitting from Magnolia Metals: http://www.owwm.com/files/PDF/FAQ/Magnolia.pdf

Candidquality Sorry about the lack of response to your inquiry, I did not see it. I have not had the chance to re-babbitt the bearing.

Habu was the name given to the SR-71 aircraft by the people of the Philippines because they thought it looked like their local viper snake. I was lucky enough to have worked as a photographic interpretor in the early years of the U.S. Air Force program, 1968-72. The SR flew at 80,000 ft and Mach 3 (3,800 ft/second, faster than the muzzle velocity of a 30.06), and still holds all records for sustained speed and altitude in a production aircraft. It was the first of the "Stealth" aircraft and the last to be designed with a slide rule.

London to LA 3hrs 47min 39 sec including time to refuel at under Mach 1

SR-71 Speed Run-New York to London

Also look at www.habu.org - The Online Blackbird Museum it is a cool looking plane.

Photo of the SR-71

Hand held circular saws such as skil saws have a lower speed and torque than a typical table saw, you can buy blades designed to be used in those saws. Just do not exceed the design speed of the cut off wheel.

What is the speed of the saw? If it is faster than a chop saw you may end up eating fragments... not a good thing,check the max speed for the blade. also the motor may not be protected from the grit and fillings from the wheel and metal. The right tool for the right job comes to mind.

I had one of those 3am thoughts about this anvil: reproduce it out of three lengths of rail road track welded together at the bottom of the track. This would give the anvil good weight and might stiffen the web section with the addition of braces.

Dear matchlessantiques,

This is a very unique item. would it be possible for me to copy the photos and Place them on iforgeiron.com so other blacksmiths could see them in the future. We have had some discussion on this anvil already and hopefully sent a few people to your auction.

thank you,

Mike McGinty


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Hello Mike, I do not mind at all. Help yourself, I was hoping someone could shed some light about it more than what info I have, which is sketchy. Thanks also for any interest you can strike up. Steve

I requested permission to post the pic's of this anvil on IFI's website from the seller tonight. Waiting for response.

I was once told by a smith of superior years , skills and experience that tapping the hammer between blows was a tradition brought to America by smiths from Europe. When they entered this country they paid heavy duties on their tools, but they were free to bring their bad habits. Since it was a harmless trifle that brought pleasure to the ear and hand and cost nothing; "Why not?"

I admit to this bad habit, I also ring the anvil 3 times entering and leaving the shop to remind my self of smiths like my great grand father, grand father, Paw Paw Wilson that have gone on before and have shaped my life as a smith.

Two years ago, I took the best job of my 59year life, it was also the lowest paid since I was 16 years old. It was the blacksmith at a living history park at the Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs. At the foot of Pikes Peak, we dressed in funny clothes (1770 for the Ute Indians through 1900 for the new comers). I blacksmithed 35 hrs a week for the youngsters and their folks, told the same lame jokes, answered the same questions over and over, and made 1000's of s-hooks and leaves. I had a 4 year old girl pick up a iron rose made by our master smith and smell it and then give it to her mother to smell, and the look on the mothers face when she got a whiff of the rose oil in the wax finish was worth it all. We formed a folk band of guitars, bass, dulcimer's, fiddles, Saul tree, and banjo. We worked the farm with Belgian draft horses, kept sheep, pigs, chickens,and a milk cow. I restored a great bellows, made fire tools for the houses, repaired horse tack, helped design and build a brick forge, built fences, planted fruit trees, helped rebuild a smoke house after it burnt down(also helped put out the fire). we had deer, elk, bear, fox, coyote, duck, rabbit, rattle snake (taste's like chicken), as visitors and sometimes for dinner. We played baseball to 1903 rules, where the "Cranks" (fans) are allowed to "assist" in the game.

I made friends for a lifetime, I lit a new fire for some young smiths, I burnt some steel, and have coal dust in my heart.

You don't always have to work for money.

And a VERY understanding wife when you set up the welder in her kitchen.:D

you can heat and quickly cool marbles with out them shattering:
We used to make these when we were kids( back when the world was still in black and white)

Fried Marble Jewelry

What you need: 1 bag glass marbles (clear - one color only) or cat's eye. No
multiple colors or milky type marbles; 1 skillet; ice water; bell caps;
jeweler's cement; jump ring or jewelry loops.

What to do:

1. Place marbles in cold dry skillet and set on burner at medium to high
heat. Stir marbles constantly as they are being fried. Keep them in pan
until they are completely heated through - about 15 to 20 minutes.

2. Pour marbles into a pan of ice water. The sudden change in temperature
will cause the inside of marbles to crackle, while the outside retains its
round shape. The crackle inside will pick up rays of light in bright
sparkles. If marbles were not completely heated through, they will crackle
only a little. Note: You may repeat the process only once to achieve the
desired effect or the marbles may break completely.

3. Cement a bell cap to each marble. Spread prongs of bell cap to conform to
curve of marble.

4. When cement has set, open a jump ring and slip through loop in top of
cap. Bend ends of ring back together again.

The marble is now ready to be slipped onto a necklace chain as a pendant or
you may place several on a charm type bracelet.
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Care should be taken on the 1/2" round stock grounding rods, many are copper coated iron rods. I thought I made a great score on about 10 of these rods only to find they are not much use other than to bend cold. The ground wire is great because it is almost pure copper. Another use is for "penny welding"

Another good source is copper pipe. A 3" pipe cut along its length will yield a flat piece almost 9 1/2" wide. Anneal before cutting and flattening.

from Project Gutenburg

THE FORGING OF THE ANCHOR

Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged! 'tis at a white heat now -
The bellows ceased, the flames decreased; though, on the forge's brow,
The little flames still fitfully play through the sable mound,
And fitfully you still may see the grim smiths ranking round;
All clad in leathern panoply, their broad hands only bare,
Some rest upon their sledges here, some work the windlass there.

The windlass strains the tackle-chains - the black mold heaves below;
And red and deep, a hundred veins burst out at every throe.
It rises, roars, rends all outright - O Vulcan, what a glow!
'Tis blinding white, 'tis blasting bright - the high sun shines not so!
The high sun sees not, on the earth, such fiery fearful show!
The roof-ribs swarth, the candent hearth, the ruddy lurid row

Of smiths that stand, an ardent band, like men before the foe!
As, quivering through his fleece of flame, the sailing monster slow
Sinks on the anvil - all about, the faces fiery grow:
"Hurrah!" they shout, "leap out, leap out!" bang, bang! the sledges go;
Hurrah! the jetted lightnings are hissing high and low;
A hailing fount of fire is struck at every squashing blow;
The leathern mail rebounds the hail; the rattling cinders strow
The ground around; at every bound the sweltering fountains flow;
And, thick and loud, the swinking crowd at every stroke pant "ho!"

Leap out, leap out, my masters! leap out, and lay on load!
Let's forge a goodly anchor - a bower thick and broad;
For a heart of oak is hanging on every blow, I bode;
And I see the good ship riding, all in a perilous road, -
The low reef roaring on her lee; the roll of ocean poured
From stem to stern, sea after sea; the mainmast by the board;
The bulwarks down; the rudder gone; the boats stove at the chains;
But courage still, brave mariners - the bower yet remains!
And not an inch to flinch he deigns - save when ye pitch sky high;
Then moves his head, as though he said, "Fear nothing - here am I!"

Swing in your strokes in order; let foot and hand keep time;
Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime.
But while ye swing your sledges, sing, and let the burthen be -
The anchor is the anvil king, and royal craftsmen we!
Strike in, strike in! - the sparks begin to dull their rustling red;
Our hammers ring with sharper din - our work will soon be sped;
Our anchor soon must change his bed of fiery rich array
For a hammock at the roaring bows, or an oozy couch of clay;
Our anchor soon must change the lay of merry craftsmen here
For the yeo-heave-o, and the heave-away, and the sighing seamen's cheer -
When, weighing slow, at eve they go, far, far from love and home;
And sobbing sweethearts, in a row, wail o'er the ocean- foam.

In livid and obdurate gloom, he darkens down at last;
A shapely one he is, and strong, as e'er from cat was cast.
O trusted and trustworthy guard! if thou hadst life like me,
What pleasure would thy toils reward beneath the deep-green sea!
O deep sea-diver, who might then behold such sights as thou? -
The hoary monster's palaces! - Methinks what joy 'twere now
To go plumb-plunging down, amid the assembly of the whales,
And feel the churned sea round me boil beneath their scourging tails!
Then deep in tangle-woods to fight the fierce sea-unicorn,
And send him foiled and bellowing back, for all his ivory horn;
To leave the subtle sworder-fish of bony blade forlorn;
And for the ghastly-grinning shark, to laugh his jaws to scorn:
To leap down on the kraken's back, where 'mid Norwegian isles
He lies, a lubber anchorage for sudden shallowed miles -
Till, snorting like an under-sea volcano, off he rolls;
Meanwhile to swing, a-buffeting the far astonished shoals
Of his back-browsing ocean-calves; or, haply, in a cove
Shell-strown, and consecrate of old to some Undine's love,
To find the long-haired mermaidens; or, hard by icy lands,
To wrestle with the sea-serpent, upon cerulean sands.

O broad-armed fisher of the deep! whose sports can equal thine?
The Dolphin weighs a thousand tons, that tugs thy cable- line;
And night by night 'tis thy delight, thy glory day by day,
Through sable sea and breaker white the giant game to play.
But, shamer of our little sports! forgive the name I gave:
A fisher's joy is to destroy - thine office is to save.
O lodger in the sea-kings' halls! couldst thou but understand
Whose be the white bones by thy side - or who that dripping band,
Slow swaying in the heaving wave, that round about thee bend,
With sounds like breakers in a dream blessing their ancient friend -
Oh, couldst thou know what heroes glide with larger steps round thee,
Thine iron side would swell with pride - thou'dst leap within the sea!

Give honor to their memories who left the pleasant strand
To shed their blood so freely for the love of fatherland -
Who left their chance of quiet age and grassy churchyard grave
So freely, for a restless bed amid the tossing wave!
Oh, though our anchor may not be all I have fondly sung,
Honor him for their memory whose bones he goes among!

Samuel Ferguson [1810-1886]

1400# of fish plate make for a fine counter weight