Corrupting A Man Child Properly

My Grandson turned 9 years old today. My boy brought him over to pick up some toys and shit The Wifely Unit bought for him.

I handed him twenty bucks and dragged his little ass out in the garage.

I then informed him that I have been patiently waiting for him to get old enough for me to start teaching him Manly Things and how to start playing with Man Toys.

Told him to dig around in the scrap pile and find me a piece of steel bar. Then I dug out a new pair of Safety Glasses out of the pile Irish sent me and had him put those on.

He found a hunk of 3/4’s Cold Rolled about six inches long and I told him that was perfect. Then I took him over to the Smithy, showed him how the controls worked, had him run the table back a bit, showed him how to chuck up the bar and tighten it down and then proceeded to have him flip the power feed on to turn down a bout two inches of the bar after I got it all set up.

He’s pretty sharp, it won’t take him too long to get it figured out. I then coached him in turning it down a bit while he was using the hand controls.

Then I took him over and showed him how the Horizontal Band Saw works to cut the turned end off and then took him over to the old belt driven bench grinder and deburred it.

Then I took him back over to the Smithy and went over it all again and had him make a couple more cuts before I deburred it with a file, had him shut it off and take the piece out of the chuck.

My boy was out there with us and it was a learning experience for him too.

He’s a licensed electrician but the lathe is a new animal in his zoo.

I told him he needs to come over with the kid so I can teach them both how all these things work and especially to show the kid how to work in a shop full of power tools safely.

It worked out nicely that I had made a rolling base for the new shelving yesterday and had put a bunch of stuff on the shelves because it gave me enough room for all 3 of us to be out there without tripping over a bunch of shit. I showed him how I had made the little cart from the angle iron standing up next to the shelves using the saw and how I welded it up. Told him to come around and I would teach him how to weld too.

I let the kid keep about two inches of the cut off bar to give him something tangible to remember. He will lose it by next week but that’s OK.

He will be able to show it to his mother and I would pay money to be a fly on the wall at that moment.

Keep coming around boy, Grandpa has all kinds of interesting things to teach you.

All preliminary stuff working towards a having a Man Card when you get older.

20 thoughts on “Corrupting A Man Child Properly

  1. Very, very cool Grandpa. I’m glad to hear the emphasis on safety. It doesn’t mean much to a kid until blood flows, and then it’s too late. But hearing it from someone they respect can help get the message through before losing a finger or worse.
    Being called Grandpa was a pretty alien concept for me to wrap my head around, but once I got used to it, it’s a pretty good gig. From the time we could strap her carseat into my plane (side note: did you know that most carseats have a little sticker on the side that says “certified for use in aircraft”) she became my copilot. I’ve since sold the plane, but she has more time in my logbook than my wife. And now that little kid is a grown woman, married, with a one year old son. What the hell does that make me????


  2. Good times …My Grandpa always took me down to basement when he was ajustin rock saw that he made or fixin things the man could in my eyes fix anything !!!! ……..thanks fer kicking in good times of past …ill never forget the smell from is saw an wrk bench.


  3. You gotta show me where they make kids like that. My sig other has 3, from 12 down to 8, and they can’t be bothered in spite of my best efforts to get them interested in things besides video games. Bugs the everlovin’ crap outta me.


  4. My Grandfather made a living as a well driller.
    Although he passed away when I was only nine, he had a machine shop that memory serves me was awesome. His rig was one of the old hammer types, not like the rotary style used today. He had a old coal fired forge that he would fire up to heat and reshape the bits.
    So many pieces of equipment in there with flywheels and flapping belts. I found a news paper clipping of his obituary once. I remember it saying that he was a pioneer in the modern well drilling industry and that he had pretty much punched holes all over 3 states for not just water, but oil too.

    None of that stuff would be allowed in a business shop today. Nothing had covers over it.
    I was only ever in there a few times that I remember and it was all kinda scary to a little kid.
    I have older cousins that actually got to do some work in there and enjoy hearing them talk about helping him.

    Phil, those are going to be some very good lessons that you’ll be teaching your grandson. Not to mention the memories he’ll have for a lifetime.

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  5. Nice job! At this rate, I might not get to be a Grandpa. I’ll never forget cutting a piece of lumber with the radial arm saw when I was 8 years old. Dad was at work. Mom came into the garage, and was pretty upset. I told her that Dad showed me how it worked, and that it was dangerous. She accepted that, although she might have had words with Dad over that. Hey, I still have all my fingers and toes.


  6. Time spent in the garage might….maybe….perhaps, undo some of the damage that will be done by the FemiNazis and commie bastards he will spend altogether too much time with in school and other places.

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  7. Way to go, Phil! I’m waiting for our grandson to get older so we can start doing Guy Stuff. Got a whole garage full of stuff to teach him, and then there’s the Electronics/RC Car Shop in the basement!


    • I hope you get that opportunity.
      He will love the memory of being with you.
      My other grandfather was a big fan of baseball. He lived close enough that I could ride my bike to their house. Long before cable tv was around we would sit at the kitchen table and listen to the game on AM radio at night.
      I played varsity ball all 4 years in high school and can remember fondly seeing him at most of the games leaning on the hood of his car and smoking his pipe. He would call me later that night and talk about the game.
      He passed the day I left for the army.


    • Sadly, never quite worked with my ONLY son, he was too into video games. Now, my Middle Daughtersaurus is the *only* one I trust with power tools, but she still doesn’t have Daddy’s knack with ’em.


  8. And that’s how its done. Good on ya Phil, I have a garage waiting but no grandkids yet oh well. I bet that chunk of steel is sitting on his dresser right now.


  9. One of my earliest memories is helping my Dad drill some holes at the drill press in the basement.
    He was making a collar to stiffen the bent axle on my wagon, and my job was to squirt oil into the holes when needed.
    That smell of machine tool oil still makes me happy.


  10. At 7 and 8 Dad had us down the basement shooting single shot .22 rifle – shorts. Dirt floor, stone whitewashed walls that he had us paint from time to time. Got so we could hit a cig butt at about 25 feet.
    He had us taking our bikes completely apart and maintaining the rear hub brakes and chain, etc.
    Had a home made tablesaw in the garage. Picture a sawhorse with a wooden top about 14 inches wide with a non adjustable blade coming out the center and an elec motor with belt drive. Amazing I still have my fingers.
    My uncle made a small derringer in his machine shop. No chamber and a solid barrel but if he wanted, it could have been machined to take a .22. He won the popular mechanics Golden Hammer award with it. I still have it. Another uncle was an engineering designer with Allis Chalmers. Lots of hands on stuff in our family. Loved it all. Appreciated it all throughout life.

    Looking around, how many kids get to do that stuff.


  11. Good on you man. Well done. My grandson is a whiz at programming. But not interested in the shop. Neither son is either. They peek in on occasion, but that’s about it. Weird how that works.


  12. One of the moments in life when I knew I had succeeded happened one day when I got home from work and my older son (a software Engineer who lives on his own) had his car in the driveway with the hood up and both the boys had my roll away out in the driveway and were working away. I got out of the truck and walked over to see what the problem was. The told me “we got this, go inside”. They sorted it out after a fast parts run to O’Reilly’s.

    I don’t get all the credit. Some of it goes to my late Father in Law who taught those boys how to work on and operate tractors.

    As for as my own Grandfather, I was growing up in a fatherless home and I asked him to show me how to change the oil in a car when I was a boy. I got a lecture about how stupid I was.

    I sometimes wonder how I escaped the toxicity I grew up in but getting my A&P at age 19 and turning some wrenches on airplanes for a few years helped in a weird way.

    All you Grandpa’s have a chance to do good with these youngsters. They are the ones who are going to have to rebuild this country or whatever takes it’s place.


  13. I don’t really agree with the “corruption” part.
    Properly raising a child to be a man? Absolutely.
    Good job, Phil.

    Whitehall, NY


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