When I first dove into handwork, I could barely afford diapers, wipes and formula – never mind a nice Bed Rock or infill handplane (this was before we had premium bench planes).
So I bought all my planes at antique markets and fixed them up using techniques I had to invent for myself – many of them too silly to even mention here.
The point? I had to fix up (and mess up) a lot of planes before I could get my tools to plane anything and everything I put under them. I wasted a crapload of time doing stuff the wrong way. Eventually, however, I perfected my methods after I talked to machinists, fellow woodworkers and abrasive manufacturers to figure out how to do it correctly.
So I know how to tune old planes, not to mention the unmentionable junk from Groz, Anant et al. And earlier this year I put it all down in a DVD called “Super-tune a Handplane” that was produced by Popular Woodworking Magazine.
In this DVD I take an off-the-rack old Stanley plane and tune it to the highest level possible using home-center materials and basic skills. You don’t need to learn to scrape a sole like a machinist. You don’t need special dyes or tools – just stuff you can find at any hardware store.
In the DVD, I cover the following topics:
• How to purchase a vintage plane, including how to identify a solid candidate for restoration using a simple flow chart.
• How to disassemble, clean and de-rust all the parts using completely harmless materials you can find in the canning section of your supermarket.
• How to flatten all the critical surfaces, including the sole, the frog, the back of the iron and the sidewalls of the plane. You’ll need only some belt-sander paper, a floor tile and a block of wood to get results.
• How to decide if you need to upgrade to an aftermarket iron and chipbreaker.
• How to reassemble the plane, lubricate the key components and tune up the tool to take a fine shaving.
• Plus a lot of information on troubleshooting a tool that won’t take a good shaving – information you don’t see very often out there.
• And tricks and tips on planing boards that allow the tool to really do its job.
The plane I tuned for the DVD is a Stanley Type 11, which was made during the early years of the 20th century. This particular tool had good bones but needed a full restoration. At the end of the video, I can easily plane a row mahogany board with crazy interlocked and reversing grain — without tearout.
Tonight I took that same plane downstairs to my shop and put it back to work. It is indeed a super worker. And it took only a few hours of my time to bring it up to this level.
To demonstrate my confidence in the tool, I’m going to give it away to one of our readers in a little haiku contest. To win the plane, all you have to do is write the best woodworking haiku ever and post it in the comments section of this entry. Be sure to include your e-mail and real name – we cannot send you your plane if we cannot contact you. Deadline for entries is noon EST, Nov. 22, 2012.
Note that you will receive the plane with the tool’s original iron and chipbreaker. I use my Veritas breaker and iron (shown in the photo above) in my No. 5, which I also tuned to this level, by the way.
Oh, and if you want the DVD, it is being sold by Popular Woodworking Magazine at its ShopWoodworking.com site. You can pre-order the DVD for $24.99. Lost Art Press will not be selling the DVD, so ShopWoodworking is the best place to get it.
And one more detail, if you order through this link, I’ll get credit for the sale. No, I’m not an affiliate of the ShopWoodworking site or any other site. I don’t believe in affiliate logrolling. So I won’t get a percentage of the sale. But using this link will encourage them to do more DVDs like this one. Just saying.
In any case, fire up your haiku gene and win this plane. I’ll pay the shipping and feature the best haikus next weekend.
— Christopher Schwarz
I have already ordered mine yesterday!
Thanks,
Kevin
I flatten’d the sole, remov’d all the rusty bits, and put you to work.
japanese haiku
is that what you want from me
or american
Cold and damp winter
I should be burning this wood
but plane it instead
squawk.ident.0311@gmail.com
and that is a question..not my haiku!
I want her to see
the smooth edge, but her hands are
drawn to the shavings.
Ok, first off, I’ve been waiting for this dvd to come out and have already pre-ordered. I’m really lookin’ forward to it.
Second, I hate to bring this up, but .. rules for the haiku? 17 syllables with three phrases in a 5, 7 and 5 word pattern? Etc, etc? Or will it just what’s the best one regardless of how its done? Rules, bah humbug!
grey sky touched tree cut
swoosh shaping straighter old hand
time shaves to unknown
The part of Toolchest I skipped through was the one that implied that acquiring one of every size of Type 11 (except the silly #1) was not a noble act of dedication to craftsmanship – my favorite users.
plane, saw, join and glue
the craft need not be for few
make stuff, don’t buy crap
Like
Starting with a tree
Then converted into stock
Passion sees it thru
fatboy01_us@yahoo.com
Roy draws nigh to wood
Grasping plane firmly in hand
Wood is bleeding now
good old cheap bones
fine plane with the greatest of ease
handsome furniture
Marilyn Guthrie muthrie@gmail.com
Curled, scented pine
echoes music of peace joined
rough hands work smooth dance.
marynickol@gmail.com
woodworking and beer
makes for a fine good life
old guys did it best
the wood the tool
the wood the tool
the plan for a fool
and now they drool
Grind, hone, polish burr.
Assemble, thrust. wood is cut.
Curly fractions fall.
For Mr. Brown:
a lit candle clock
winter shadow on green elm
integrity’s seat
Correction!:
Grind, hone, polish steel.
Assemble, thrust. wood is cut.
Curly fractions fall.
I ordered the vid
My plane sits on my workbench
It better not suck
Bill Lattanzio
wlattanzio@comcast.net
For woodwork and you
our Lost Arts stays true to what
Diderot did do.
marynickol@gmail.com
Worn Hands, on smooth wood
Makes fine spills.
Dust slivers knicks blood
Stress gives way to joy and pride
Work will outlive me
wheeltirebob@hotmail.com
Brand new shiny toy!
Plans for projects fill my mind.
“How much??!!” Asks my wife.
Brilliant.
A fallen tree
meets a skilled artisan
they both live forever
Tree and Man are one
With hand and tool each transform
Craft shows soul in both
The iron hath performed
its duty: beauty. But alas!
Have I no more clamps?
a vision fulfilled
in wood, but still I wonder-
why am I bleeding?
Tree fallen in Spring
Straight round trunk sawn, split and shaved
now chair has become
An old rusty tool
Hard to call it a jewel
But then there is Chris
Saw no way to edit my earlier post so I am adding a couple more haikus through a reply post:
Once new rusted now
Sat alone without skilled hands
Ah rejoice, renewed
Of horseshoes and hogs
Old rusty worn frogs
Nudge, nudge, wink, wink eh!
Flesh taken by edge
Teeth chew the heart, the trunk halved
The tree born anew
Lines on steel and wood
Leather hands and sharpened mind
Destruction made new
tsangell@gmail.com
One last shaving.
A tight fit? No, I see gaps!
Damn gauge slipped again.
Old plane cannot be
With out a little tuning
I want what you offer
Trainman0978@gmail.com
old plane cannot be
with out a little tuning
hippopotamus
blood courses
muscles flex
thin curls float slowly to the floor
Forgotten old tool from Lebkin’s store
Fixed like new
Win me with Haiku
Correction (spelled Ed’s name wrong)
Forgotten old tool from Lebetkin’s
Fixed like new
Win me with Haiku
Dangit! it technically isn’t a Haiku until I do this:
Forgotten old tool
From Lebetkin’s fixed like new
Win me with Haiku
Shape, in my minds eye
Wood, tools, shavings in my hands
Vision become real
Shavings slip down to
a floor for a man who would
build as as dad could
JA Dobson status.kwo.dobson@gmail.com
*build as a dad could
typo
obscured by the rust
old iron hides addictive shine
sand at your own risk
or
iron age imprisoned
sanding abrades its wrinkles
frees it from the grain
There’s only one take
A tenon saw goes off course
Roy Underhill bleeds
My wife calls my name
Stanley is calling louder
No dinner for me.
The plane makes a whoosh
the shavings are transparent
my lips form a smile
I see the clean edge
I make it soft and rounded
my heart glows with pride
oft the beauty shows
at times the frustrations peaks
in balance lies joy
This is not the greatest haiku in the world…no…this is just a tribute…couldn’t remember the greatest haiku in the world…so this is just a tribute.
raking daylight falls
across a piece of poplar
that smells like used books
A rough chunk of tree
Your grandfather’s rusty tools
What else do you need?
I thought of something else that you need:
A rough chunk of tree
Your grandfather’s rusty tools
And some elbow grease
Grind, hone, polish steel.
Assemble, thrust. wood is cut.
Curly fractions fall.
Daniel.s.hartmann@gmail.com
Plane needs lubricant
But sheep tremble nervously
Mutton or non…hmmmmm
Smell of fresh planed wood
Hear blade shear exact and clear
Feel the silken path
Unfortunately,
a Lie-Nielsen is not
in my near future
The warm sunbeam stirs
Scents of sweet white oak shavings
Iron and oil
Nearer every day
The chance to make and remake
Lingers out of reach
Dear Mr. Schwarz, Can we enter twice?
alot like tasty chips
you can’t have just one haiku
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I scour Lost Art Press
for router tips and shop jigs
daily – no luck – where’s the sitemap?
dovetails won’t quite fit
pare some more and risk gaps or
get a bigger mallet
Roughness all abounds
Wood planed tried and trued
Reflections now seen
Learn Practice Perfect
Transition to Anarchy
Pass to the Children
Piles of wood in shop
Ever changing build design
When will it be done
There once was a man from Nantucket…
Oh nevermind, I’m not a poet
There once was a man from Nantucket
who rived oak to build a staved rocket,
but he found with annoyance
that cooperage is no rocket science
so he went and instead made a bucket.
(tee hee!)
Plan plan revision
The hand and soul rejoined
Object to(o) fine lines
Should have been:
Plan plane revision
The hand and soul rejoined
Object to(o) fine lines
Gossamer shavings
Soul’s satisfaction
Ahhh
rusted off ebay
with love and a quick tune up
fragrant cedar curls
Curled shavings lie heaped.
Odor of horse butt lingers.
A new chair is made.
The plain wood I plane,
Lifts me to a higher plane,
Wood now not so plain.
Anarchy, Anarchy everywhere,
no death to remain in,
but the will to create prods
tree and iron
to rise from the abyss.
Curly maple plank,
Tempest or tame due to
Quality edge hone
Daddy will you make…
Yes, dear, but you will help me.
Daddy I love you.
Federico Mena Quintero (federico@gnome.org)
Of the wood
Through the wood
To the wood
Wood is in my blood.
Sketch, cut, join. Making it right.
Thanks goes to the trees.
I’m not good with Haiku, but last November, I did write this:
“How do I love Lie-(Nielsen)? Let me tout the ways…”
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth your tote’s height,
Your sole can breach imperfections, when even out of sight
From the ends of toe to heel, you have ideal grace.
I love thee to the bevel of everyday’s
Most required need, planning in sun and florescent-light,
I love thee freely, as I strive to be a woodwright;
I love thee purely, like my mutton tallow.
I love thee with a passion for smoothing to use.
In my old cap, and with my artisan’s faith.
I love thee with a love like my nail set, I always seem to lose,
Along with my lost cash, — I love thine heft,
Frog, sole and blade, for all my life! — and, if I choose,
My son shall but love thee better after my death.
Blatantly stolen from “How do I love thee?” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (I hope she will forgive me.)
A plane now for my
son, have to wait a few years
for the IPA
or
served someone’s grandpa
and I think it will serve my
grandchild just as well*
*this is sort of cheating, since my son is only 2 1/2, but he is craaazy about tools.
Not that I think I will win but if I did I would definitely donate the plane to you, I was crazy about tools at that age and my fondest memories and a lot of who I am today started with the tools given to me by my dad. Not just the use of his but him giving me things to consider all mine. Taught me to respect quality at a young age, he always showed me with tools to get the best you can wether that be vintage or new, taught me to clean, to oil and to preserve and learning it at a young age makes it last a lifetime. Bravo to you for wanting to start him out right! A tuner plane will lead to so much even just normal life,relationships, work whatever, you polish it and take your time things can way better than the surface might show. Good luck to you and your child’s future endeavors.
Gossamer shavings.
Less than a thou in thickness.
Oh CRAP! One too many.
Should have been:
Gossamer shavings.
Less than a thou in thickness.
CRAP! One too many.
Put Iron to Wood
Cut and Hew, Shape and Rend
Destroy to Create
swoosh swoosh swoosh
swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh
swoosh swoosh aahhh
Dust frosted iron
Cold wood warms to calloused hands
Edges spring with ease
BRAVO!
To the shop I go
To make something better than
Sitting and wasting
Who is Stanley
My computer keyboard knows
An old passion is born
assembly consumption
life is often melamine
wood work gives worth
Marilyn Guthrie muthrie@gmail.com
While I was working
The power went out today
or so I was told
from window light pours
on my floor shavings, sweat fall
vision manifests
Snick, the sound of work
Fresh is the smell of cut wood
Joy in Creating
gray matter, lignin
hew, square, coax, join then caress
soul, sinew, content
converse with the board
Scribe Saw Chop Bore Pare Plane Scrape
tell a new story
cleave, square, bleed and swear
chunks of wood and bits of you
tired flesh, content
Use Japanese form
To win American plane
What a worldly game
Tools awake from sleep
as wood becomes the witness
substance drowns the dreams
Odd hours at the bench
Some things are worth more than time
When they transcend it
Sharp iron Fine set mouth
For the show side I prepare
Planning with the grain
Studied the grain close
Looking from every angle
Then made the cut–crap
I have crafted much,
Perfected little, but more
And more, I have learned.
forgotten in time
I hold her like men before
her sole cries, “Save me!”
Grain to iron relents
and conceives a dream in theft,
growing to find home.
Jack oh cross grain Jack
Wish to make a thin shaving
Cursed to only traverse.
Derek Olson
Oldwolfworkshop@gmail.com
Push or pull thought school
Japanese or western planes
Graceful curl arise
Or
Plane in air or hand
Beautifully made machine
Functional artwork
Shavings on my bench
Catch the light and still my mind
Winter stops to look
Once a Tree,
Through Planning, Skill and Tenacity,
Living Again, a Keepsake
Timber meets metal
Crafting, shaping carefully
A tree is reborn
A very old plane
It was in need of some love
Now a sex machine
Lost to unending time,
an art of creation keeps
warm the press of endearing fame.
i, With Wakened Hands
mull The Soul of a Tree, and
Put my Arse Into
(it)
Wood is neatly prepped
Shavings begin to pile high
Kitty? Kitty? Hmmmmmm.
Infinity’s edge
Effortless glides, shallow dives
Through turbulent grain
What we call handmade
The afterlife of a tree
Pleasure in reuse
First Necessity
Second Creativity
Third Monetary
I borrowed the bones
of a tree, to craft a song
melodious, strong.
Fine, sharpened tools. Ouch!
Another beautiful piece
signed with DNA
Shoosh as fibers part
seasoned board shaped fare and fine
fire light off-cut curls
Al Flinck flinck@mt.net
Planes near perfection
Black dog brown eyes wondering
wood shearing surface clear
No it’s not a bird
And it’s much more then a plane
It’s Super Schwarz
I am the gear head
Not sure how to craft fine words
A plane I do need
” the tree has wood
the woodworker has a vision,
a sharpen of the blade
he uses steel with precision,
to chop,saw,chisel and glue,
a vision brought to reality
when the day is through”
– Dakota Burgener
Tear-out with the grain,
Push it harder and harder,
Sharp fixes it all!
I sliced my finger,
Where the hell are my Band Aids?
Damn, that chisel’s sharp
A need forms a plan
Grampa’s plane, old wood, my time
Forms emerge, craft grows
With Warren, Roubo
And with our own time and hands
Want less, create more
Marilyn Guthrie muthrie@gmail.com
Working at my bench
I stop and stare into space
For 20 minutes
Wood,metal melding,
An Artisan’s love transforms,
Each soul twice reborn
Curly, Moe and Larry
Three great craftsmen in my shop
all making stuff together
Truly, this is not
the joy I envisioned –
Tear-out. Sailors cringe.
Hidden in my shop
Lest my wife should discover
Another “new” hand plane.
Electrons be damned
Work powered by cheese and ham
Waiting in my chest
Promise in metal
Possibilities in wood
Love through sweat and time
MIstress seductive
Whispers, “Come and play with me.”
Cubicle life sucks.
Correction:
Truly, this is not
the joy I envisioned –
tear-out. Sailors blush.
Woodworking is Bliss
Bliss is life’s cure all
Live well working wood
A moment of peace
Then a sigh of rasping teeth
The first cut is made
heart trunk limb entwine
riven/ joined we fettled life
sliced across the grain
Aquire skills to build
Transcend wood and simple tool
Maybe even me
stewards of stands
fell, plane, learn to see
walk in truth
beauty and function
hidden until the master
woodwright’s skillful touch
Beech tree shades my bench
mother of hollows and rounds
blood red shavings fly
Haikus are for Hip-
peas taste delicious in soup-
crackers can’t haiku
Used to have money,
Then I discovered the Schwarz.
Lots of tools. No cash.
Japanese poetic verse?
I know not what?
Who is Chris Schwarz?
Any chance this will be available for digital download from amazon or itunes? I’d like it, but I’m trying to divest myself of dvds.
I believe they will sell it via streaming video.
Thanks!
Plan, mark, scratch and saw.
Cutting, carving, scraping wood
Inlay, shellac, done
Power tools or Hand
A much divided subject
The wood does not care
scrap burns in the hearth
odds and ends combine as light
shame. they were almost chairs
Iron and wood and flesh
When in harmony, produce
Form, function, feeling.
Here’s my entry, from a Japanese tool user.
I’m very confused
This number 4 works great but
It goes the wrong way.
I prepare my blade
Old or new is not the point
What’s time to a tree?
stand of oak, timber
hand wrought, with steel and love, my
kitchen table, home
Curly maple fails
In glory! Hand planes harvest
exultant shimmer.
A flat soul
The plane truth
The beauty missed
I suck at planing
But a new plane would fix that
I sure hope I win.
Plunck your magic twainger froggy
Andy and his gang yelled
Let the chips fall where they may
The plane I see, is it a three?
We know it be but eleven,
But tuned — heaven!
私は飛行機を見、それが三人組ですか?
しかし、我々はそれが11である知っているが、
しかしチューン – 天国!
Cutting or sawing or planing
We could not hear the sound
Until the dovetail sang it out
We worked the trees
Until furniture appeared
As if hidden inside
Cutting or sawing or planing
We could not hear the sound
Then the dovetail sang it out
Cutting straight and true
Is the least of my worries
For I have no pants
olivasj@gmail.com
I love this.
I like to work wood
I do it like Chris and Roy
Its all done by hand
8, 7, 6, 5, 4
What could I ever want more?
Schwarz’s Number 4.
Sawplate sharp and set
Teeth cut swiftly through the pine
Blast! Its still too short!
move frantically,
glue spreads slowly, dries quickly
tighten clamps. all’s well.
My haiku describing the assembly and glue up process.
In shavings and dust,
finding the old ways again.
Later, beer awaits.
At six in the morn’
White beards wait in Tim Horton’s
To pillage tool show
My heart is in wood
I am a young woodworker
Who vows to be good
Hi Chris,
Here are the top five I could come up with. I hope you like them.
Wood and iron meet.
Mind and feet revel in a
carpet of shavings.
Extensions of hands.
Extensions of mind and soul.
Tools shaping ideas.
Tools rusting away.
Wonderful tales fade with time.
New owner. New life.
Fear not mighty tree,
your usefulness and beauty
will far outlast me.
Father to daughter,
grandfather to grandchildren.
Lifetimes spanned by tools.
Jim McCoy mctoons@nmia.com
Oops! That last one was supposed to be
Father to children,
grandfather to grandchildren.
Lifetimes spanned by tools.
One more:
Stack of wooden planks
What projects await within?
The shop calls to me
Des Hobels Gesang
auf Holz: hypnotisierend.
Schon Feierabend?
Tortoise beetle poops
slowly on ikea chair
smiles delightfully.
I love all my planes
I have a good number four
One is not enough
Sleeves rolled on forearms
The sweetness of work hanging
In the window light
Tree resting in snow
be it table chair or bench
strike a lasting mark
Robert Carriou (eeyoris21@gmail.com)
Grey sky – smoke rising
Inside workshop – stove glows red
Woman saws tenons
Long ago I was
In a working man’s rough hand
Now wait new master
Dragons on temples,
born of chisel, saw and gouge
hobbled by tenons.
Groz planes suck smelly poo
To make wispy wood shavings
Buy quality tools
Used to breathe sawdust
Learned the old ways by hand
Quiet peaceful work
bring down the pillar
the wedge bears the years to tell
adding shape to time
Nick Blystra nickblystra@gmail.com
Stately tree waiting
Fell, saw, plane, pare, join, finish
Fine heirloom remains
Andrew Beelen (apbeelen@altelco.net)
Winter silence broke
Steel on wood satisfying
Smoothed, silence returns
Elusive beauty
Steel and passion at life’s end
True glory revealed
Thoughts are shaped in wood.
From the dust wonders emerge –
The work of two hands.
(pganev at gmail dot com)
Smell of timber. Roar.
In the hands of a master
Dead trees live again.
(pganev at gmail dot com)
Woodworking is our
way to immortalize trees.
The power we have.
(pganev at gmail dot com)
Grain be a swirlin’
I could use a good Pearl and,
Perhaps I should TRY
fear? dare to cut. learn
to see. luna moth lives a
day’s eternity
Textured, wild face
Billowing shavings disperse
Abruptly plane, fine
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Brief term tool stewart
Years journey to make worthy
Artisan ghosts guide
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I am an engineer. Not a poet. Want that plane! My wife/kid’s wouldn’t believe I made these attempts..
At WIA, cut my hand on cutting gauge. Blood everywhere.. Stop it now! Quick clean it up. “If it was Christopher Schwarz’s blood it would be ok…”
Craft, old ways found new
New teachers, new students come
Skill, beauty reborn
Even as the leaves
of Autumn fall, I forget
The grain runs both ways
Even as the leaves
of Autumn fall, I forget
The grain runs both ways
Robert A. Fiedler
robert.fiedler@gmail.com
Oak cherry and pine
Plan joint plane join and finish
Enjoy then hand down
A challenge from Chris
To write the perfect Haiku
Fun, but difficult to judge
(I’m stuck in 5 7 5 mode We watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail last night and my brain “is a very silly place” right now. Thanks for the entertainment)
Sorry, should have been:
A challenge from Chris
To write the perfect haiku
Fun, but hard to judge
(My brain hurts.)
Measure twice, cut thrice
I say stop being perfect
Never be complete
The south wind blew dust
off a project once put off.
cold dew shrunk my rule.