Old Things

This is a silver dollar left to me by the uncle that I am named after. He was born in '22 and started carrying it as a young man. He used it like worry beads, constantly rolling it between his fingers. I have no clue as to its mint date as I don't own an electron microscope.

I just think it's cool that he wore it down like this:



Rusty, It's a depression thing. A dollar of silver was your real money just in case. Paper wasn't trusted as much.


But the guys that had steady work and never had to cash that silver dollar in just wore it down carrying it over the years. If you kept one that long to wear it down it was prized.

I find the old slug looking ones beautiful.
 
Rusty, It's a depression thing. A dollar of silver was your real money just in case. Paper wasn't trusted as much.


But the guys that had steady work and never had to cash that silver dollar in just wore it down carrying it over the years. If you kept one that long to wear it down it was prized.

I find the old slug looking ones beautiful.

I'm a child of the Depression, and I remember hearing that.
 
Old is good, in so many ways. The alarm clock (with genuine radium-painted hands) that my wife and I wake up to belonged to her grandparents and has been in daily use since the 1920's. The wristwatch she wears was made in 1937. Mine is a relatively "new" model, made in 1958. Her 22 revolver was manufactured the same year she was (1956). The newest 22 rifle I own is 52 years old (and still outshoots most of the "modern" 22 rifles of my shooting buddies). My oldest 22 is 82 years old and still a great competitor. Like I said, old is good. It was made of good stuff and made to last.
 
Nice post of days gone by. Makes me recall my aunt sending preserves in the old Ball jars with the rubber seal on the lids and metal on lid to make them tight and air proof.
Grandmas 1920s Ball perfect Mason jar.It is a number 13 and in nearly mint condition .The legend goes that the old timer moonshiners would throw away number 13 out of each case as they though it would bring bad luck. The lamp behind it was hers as well ,sorry the picture came out sideways I haven't got use to this new gadget yet.
 

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I bought my Buck knife in 1970. Works like new.

Oh yes a well used but cared for outdoorsmans knife that will be a cherished family heirloom .My grandad use to say you can tell a fellas character by how well he takes care of his knife.I said what do you mean .He said a fellow with an old well used knife in good shape means he isn't lazy,wasteful,or foolish .Thru the years I've seen him proven correct .
 
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Grand Pa had an auto repair shop in the 1930's. The vice was made to apply hot patches to tire tubes. The small blasting machine cleaned spark plugs.

From the old days, when you repaired items rather than throwing them away. I don't patch tire tubes, but I'd go broke buying plugs for my old knucklehead if it wasn't for that antique spark plug cleaner.
 

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This Sears Knife is probaly the oldest thing I have that I bought new.
Bought it at the big Memphis Sears Store about 1953.

Nice pilgrim. Looks a bit like the one I had in early 60s. Mine was a P.I.C. made in Germany with a bone handle. Bet it did not cost more than $3.00 back then. Am sure it was good ole carbon way back then. The Puma Skinner made in 66 I held onto cost me either $25 or $30 I recall. Guess that was big money back then. LOL
 
Grand Pa had an auto repair shop in the 1930's. The vice was made to apply hot patches to tire tubes. The small blasting machine cleaned spark plugs.

From the old days, when you repaired items rather than throwing them away. I don't patch tire tubes, but I'd go broke buying plugs for my old knucklehead if it wasn't for that antique spark plug cleaner.

Man does that vise bring back a memory. In the early 1950's I worked for my Dad at his filling station. Once of his constant jobs was patching flats; wagon, truck, car, bike you name it. That was my job. We had a machine that held the car tires and you broke down the tire, pulled the tube out and found the hole. Cleaned the area around the hole, added an adhesive and put the patch over the area. It had a rubber seal up against a metal frame. The back side of the frame was filled with a cork like substance. The vise sat on the metal sides of the patch and held it firm to the inner tube. You took a screw driver and lifted a corner of the cork material and then took a match to the raised material and set it on fire. That cork material burned heating the metal frame and fixed the rubber patch to the inner tube. Filled the tube with air, put it in a water tank to test the patch, put it back into the tire, sealed the sides, filled the tire with air after installing a new valve stem.

Great fun and a great memory. Thanks.
 
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