HH’s grandfather was a do-it-yourselfer from way back. He not only made a few furniture pieces, but he made many of his tools and a tool box to house them.
Many times, you’ve seen Grandaddy H’s table under the French Country Plate Shelf in our kitchen. He made it from cedar and hand carved the legs and short spindles running around the rim.
He had no lathe or special tools…only his hand tools. We wouldn’t trade it for anything!
HH only occasionally used one of Granddaddy H’s tools. Naturally, he wanted to preserve them. HH spent many hours as a child working beside Grandaddy H on his farm. He loved that dear man!
One cold day during January, I unloaded the box, thinking I would take it to the garage. I wanted to surprise HH and fix it up for him while he was out of town. Nope! That thing weighs a ton, even without the tools inside!
Speaking of inside, Grandaddy H made two trays that slide on different levels inside. I removed the top tray for easier cleaning, and you can see the upper track it slides on. The lower tray, trapped between slide rails, isn’t removable at all.
Notice the various clips on the side walls that hold saws and other specific tools. Later, as I clean the tools and re-load the box, I’ll share more about that.
Under the lid is pretty neat, too. This upholstery webbing holds things like screw drivers and chisels.
It’s actually in pretty good shape and still holding strong.
More details will be in a future post about the box renovation. For today, I mostly wanted to show you its new home in the family room.
HH added some feet I found at Lowe’s because I wanted it a little taller. It hits right at couch-seat-height.
See the black around the bottom piece? That’s oil stains from Grandaddy H’s day.
We wanted to keep the paint spatters, too. Character.
The swath of paint along the side makes you wonder when, how and why. The upper part of the latch is missing, too. History.
I removed and sanded the corner brass brackets to give them some shine. They still have loads of old crud.
The carrying handles were completely covered with paint, so I sanded them a little. I love old, chippy paint!
You’ve gotta appreciate the character, the craftsmanship, the memories.
I enjoy the rough and rugged combined with silver.
Come on in and have a seat. Plop your dirty boots on there!
You’re welcome…can’t hurt a thing. Really!
The tool box coffee table has been part of my plan for this room for years. It’s good to finally have it inside where HH can enjoy the memories every day. (See the nitty-gritty reno details here.)
Do you love using family pieces, things that bring warm fuzzies to mind every time you see them?
I’m sharing our “new” coffee table at Metamorphosis Monday. Join the fun, won’t you?