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Raney ”Miller” Nelson slides his bench leg into the cradle on the Tannewitz 36” band saw. The task: Push it forward to cut one of the dovetails on the top of a leg for his workbench.

He pushes forward. He gets to the finish line and pulls the leg backward. But instead of pulling the jig back, only the leg comes back. The leg drops out of the jig and jams the blade in the joint.

The 36” band saw begins screaming like an owl trapped in a revolving door.

Before anyone can turn off the saw, there is a sound like a gunshot. Several students soil their pants (or use the sharp sound as an excuse for soiling their pants… again). And then sparks begin to fly out of the band saw as it makes its screaming death braking procedure.

After five minutes, Raney and I exhale. We wait for band saw to spin down before we open the wheel covers.

Five minutes more pass. The saw is still spinning.

I go off to cut the joints on my legs.

Five minutes pass. The saw is still spinning. Raney walks away to work on his legs. Somewhere an entire episode of “Hee-Haw” is aired. The saw is still spinning.

I forget entirely that we broke the blade, and Don Williams comes up to ask if anyone is going to change the dang blade. Raney checks it. Still spinning.

Tuesday was joinery day in Barnesville, Ga. We cut mortises in all the legs – I got the distinct pleasure of this job and became intimate with the pneumatic controls on the mortiser. At one point, Justin Leib (one of the bench builders) asked if he should leave me alone with the beast for some pneumatic consummation.

Other highlights:

• We cut the tenons on the tops of the legs.
• We surfaced all the stock for the stretchers.
• We flattened most of the benchtops with a planer.
• Most of the students did a crapload of handwork on their components.
• Raney broke a band saw blade.
• We ate fried chicken.

On Wednesday we should finish a lot more joinery. Jameel “Jamal Alabama” Abraham and I hope to experiment with a timber-framing band saw to cut the dovetail slots in the top.

And, with hope, that Tannewitz band saw will finally spin down so Raney can change the blade.

— Christopher Schwarz

This morning Don Williams, Raney “my little spoon” Nelson and I awoke to a gentle Georgia rain. After pulling on some clothes and convening in the kitchen, the talk turned immediately to money.

A reader had asked me via e-mail if we were going to sell offcuts of the ancient French-grown oak we were using to build these benches. I suggested perhaps bottling some sweat (I am making 750ml a day here in the Georgia heat). Then Don came up with the best idea: Unwashed game-day jerseys from the build.

However, after smelling the thing that I peeled off my body this evening, I doubt that the USPS would allow it into the mailstream. Raney and I got into the car at the end of the day and he said: “I smell man.”

(I hope it was me.)

The first day of the bench-building project was brutal. It’s my favorite day when building workbenches.

We split the participants into two teams. One team focused on getting the benchtop slabs through the Straitoplaner – an awesome machine. The other team, which I was on, was responsible for dimensioning the leg stock. We had to cut it down to rough length, then joint, plane and crosscut the oak to size.

This stuff is heavy. And each leg blank was 4” x 7” x 36” to start. And we’re making 16 workbenches.

About 3 p.m., both teams finished dimensioning the tops and the legs and we turned our attention to the tops. Of the 16 tops, 11 were one single slab and the builders focused on truing up their edges. The rest of us had to glue up our tops from two slabs (we had to rip out the pith from some of the slabs).

Jointing the edges were the hardest part of the day. It took six people to push each stick over the jointer – sometimes five or six passes for each edge. We glued the tops up with PVA – we needed the clamps for the next glue-up. By 6 p.m. we had four of the five tops glued up.

For dinner, the instructors went to the house of Ron Brese, the planemaker who has been helping with the bench-building project. We got a tour of his shop, we played with his planes (and dovetail saw collection) and then we set out to find Cheerios for Don.

Don needs his Cheerios.

I need sleep.

Tomorrow: Joints. And more sweat.

— Christopher Schwarz

When I arrived in Barnesville, Ga., on Sunday afternoon I found that all the preliminary heavy lifting had been done.

Jameel Abraham, Bo Childs, Ron Breese, Jon Fiant, Jeff Miller, Raney Nelson and Don Williams had finished ripping up the tops and legs with a sawmill and had everything stacked. The wood is beautiful. Huge. And wet – in the “high teens.” I’ve made many benches with wood at this stage in drying, and the Roubo design is well-suited for wood that is a little wet.

The leg vise hardware was artfully displayed. And Jameel was tweaking an enormous banner hanging in the middle of the shop that showed A.-J. Roubo’s plate 11 in all its detail.

All I had to do was unpack my tools, buy some fried chicken and set up to give a presentation tonight on the history of woodworking benches from Egypt to the 18^th century.

I’m sure I’ll get to do my share of sweating during the next five days. My work station is in the corner with all the flies.

— Christopher Schwarz