Riving

June 19th, 2009

Several readers asked questions about our splitting parties. Some were curious as to why we do not rive stock all the way to chair parts. Others asked why we do not have the students do the riving. There is one very important reason – waste. Waste of wood, waste of time, and waste of energy.

When I first started teaching in 1980 I began each class with a whole log. I split the log with a maul and wedges while the class watched how it was done. I split it down small enough to then rive with a hatchet and froe. The work was back breaking. That was okay when I was young and full of energy. As I got older, splitting up a log exhausted me before I even began to teach chairmaking. It was like running a 5K race and then beginning to teach while still sweating and out of breath.

When I was done with the demonstration it was the classes’ turn to make its pieces. When the class began to rive they ruined the entire log. The ground was littered with wasted wood. The pieces were all partially split, but the splits had run out, ruining both sides. Why so much waste? Riving is a hard-to-learn skill. A group of people doing it for the first time are not going to have much success.

Students frustrated by the failed attemtps at riving students began making chair parts from hunks of oak the sixe of 2 X 4s. So, what did not end up on the ground as waste, ended up on the shop floor as waste. To top it off, students exhausted themselves making thin chair parts from huge pieces of stock. The class was soon as exhausted as I was. To top it off, making parts from grossly oversized pieces wasted huge amounts of class time that could be better used teaching chairmaking.

The way we process chair stock now results in no waste. The only wood that does not end up being made into chair backs is the bark and areas of the log that are flawed. Flawed wood has knots, crazy grain, or some other blemish. One hundred percent of the good wood is used.     

By processing the wood in advance, we are able to begin Monday morning teaching chairmaking. Of course we explain to the class how we got the oak blanks to this stage. However, we are able to explain the process by drawing pictures and describing what we do rather than exhausting ourselves.

Our splitting parties are very productive. Four of us can process the wood for many classes in a single day. We also process the wood we sell and ship all over the country. Anyone who has studied here has seen the freezer in the catalog building. We open the top and show off a six foot freezer full of frozen chair parts.

A bit of trivia about riving. Like shrive, shriven; and swived, swiven; rived, riven are both acceptable past participles.  Also, the word Reeve like in the Reeve’s Tale by Chaucer comes from the once common process of riving stock.

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A Windsor chairmaker suffered a massive heart attack. The family drove wildly to get him to the emergency room. After what seemed like a very long wait, the E.R. Doctor appeared, wearing his scrubs and a long face. Sadly, he said, ‘I’m afraid he is brain-dead, but his heart is still beating.’

Oh, Dear God,’ cried his wife, her hands clasped against her cheeks with shock !!! “He’s become a Shaker chairmaker.”

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The Shaker chairmaking business was quite slow. A Shaker chairmaker had to earn some more money. He decided hire himself out as a “handyman” and started canvassing a nearby well-to-do neighborhood. He went to the front door of the first house, and asked the owner if he had any odd jobs for him to do.

“Well, I guess I could use somebody to paint my porch,” the home owner said, “How much will you charge me?”

Delighted, the Shaker chairmaker quickly responded, “How about $50?”

The man agreed and told the Shaker chairmaker that the paint brushes and everything he would need were in the garage. The man’s wife, hearing the conversation said to her husband, “Does he realize that our porch goes ALL the way around the house?”

 

Later that day, the Shaker chairmaker came to the door to collect his money.

“You’re finished already?” the startled husband asked.

 ”Yes, the Shaker chairmaker replied, and I even had paint left over, so I gave it two coats.”

 Impressed, the man reached into his pocket for the $50.00 and handed it to him along with a $10.00 tip. 

“And by the way, “the Shaker chairmaker added, “it’s not a Porch, it’s a Lexus.”

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My Sam Maloof Story

June 2nd, 2009

            Is there a woodworker on the planet who does not yet know that Sam Maloof died last month? Every major newspaper and woodworking magazine has or will, run an obituary. They will list his countless accomplishments and make note of his indelible stamp on 20th and 21st century woodworking. They will do so in far more detail than I can. So, in Sam’s memory I decided to do something only I can do. That is to tell you my Sam Maloof story. I think it will illustrate how kind and thoughtful he was.

            The incident occurred during the mid 1980s.  I was a seminar speaker for the Woodworking Show out of Los Angeles. I was trying to build up my name recognition among woodworkers. I traveled all over the country. If the show was in a city I flew in too. I spoke a couple of times each day.  Then, I jumped on a plane and flew home. I was on the road 25% of the year. I was a young guy and I was paying my dues.

            My experience occurred at a show in California. After breakfast I went to my room and looked at the show brochure to see what topic I was speaking on that morning. I walked about a quarter mile from the hotel to the convention center with the appropriate carousel of slides under my arm.  When I arrived I read on the easel outside the conference room door that I was speaking on a different topic.  

            Panic set in. If the poster on the easel was correct, I would have to run back to the hotel to get the other carousel. Then, I would have to run back to the conference center. I needed to know what was up.  I found some people from the show staff.  They went in search of the manager. Meanwhile, people began to show up for my lecture. They saw the sign and were confused.  They joined the group asking the same question I had. What was the topic?  The group grew into a small crowd.

            It was chaos with me at the center. Everyone was talking and adding their two cents. Then, like a scene out of a movie my eye focused on  an out stretched hand that had reached over the shoulders of the people standing in front of me. I looked up and immediately recognized the face. Like in the movie, the sound stopped.  The scene went silent. Then it went into  slow motion as I reached out to shake the hand that was being offered to me.

            The owner of the hand said, “Mike Dunbar.  My name is Sam Maloof.  I’m a fan of yours.”  That was it. No more. He modestly left. He left behind a young man glowing from head to toe.

            I don’t remember what happened after that. I don’t remember if I had brought the right box of slides or not. Nothing else that happened during that show mattered and has all evaporated from my memory.  Sam Maloof had gone out of his way to speak to me. He had no need to be so gracious.  He was already at the pinnacle. He was already a giant and a legend. However, he stooped to say something really nice to a guy who was struggling to make a name. When I remember the story I always think, he didn’t have to do that. No one would think any more or less of Sam Maloof if he had simply walked by that crowd. There was nothing in it for him. He did it because he was kind and gracious.  The world was a better place with him in it.

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I heard from Ron Tatman who is still in Iraq. If you think we’ve had a few hot days this year, read this, written on May 19:  “The trees here have bloomed with much fragrance. With almost no rain and such high temperatures it is amazing that a tree can survive without irrigation. All of the trees were planted when Saddam built his palaces and dug the ponds. There was irrigation when the trees were planted and relics of piping and broken pumps remain.

“The main species are the palm trees which yield a date-like fruit; a tree that looks like a locust or mesquite; a type of citrus; and some pine trees which grow close to the ponds. The roots must be large and run deep. Temperatures have already hit 100. The Chaplin said that it is no wonder that Abraham left searching for a better land.

 “In addition to the high temperatures I am sure that you have seen the news reports of the killings at Camp Liberty. It is only about 3 miles from here. We have been fortunate that there have not been more problems due to the multiple deployments. Many soldiers have family problems resulting from regular deployments and some have resorted to suicide. So far I am thankful that our unit has fared well and hopefully will continue to stay together until the 20 Sept departure date. 

“To  stay sane I am still carving, lifting weights, running or walking in the mornings and even teaching others to carve. There has been a lot of  time to ponder future projects such as the chairs that I would like to build. I have missed out on the Sept. 21 rocking chair class, as I will not return in time.”

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H. G. Ralph Quick and his wife Caron run a very successful chairmaking business.  One reason for their success is their mastery of publicity. Hardly a month goes by without them getting a hit in another publication. This time, it was Missouri Life Magazine.

It was a great piece and was accompanied by a color photo of Caron and Ralph. The photographer had the presence of mind to put the very attractive Caron in the foreground and His not so attractive Grace way, way, way in the back.  It makes for a much nicer picture.

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You owe your thanks to Sir Jim Janicki for the following joke:  “A Windsor chairmaker was scheduled to make an important presentation at a prestigious woodworking school located in a crowded city. He was running late and was unable to find a parking spot. He glanced up to the heavens and whispered, “If you open-up a parking spot, I’ll quit drinking. I’ll stop all my carousing. I’ll go to church every Sunday for the rest of my life.”

Miraculously, a spot opened up. The  chairmaker looked up again, and said aloud, “Never mind, I just found one!”

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Odds ‘n Ends II

May 14th, 2009

The flow of news dried up as the weather gotten better. Either all the chairmakers in the world have gone fishing or they are out working in the garden.  

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The segment television filmed during the March 23 sack back class finally aired on Channel Six, Portland, ME. The producer told me it got delayed because of all the hype around the swine Flu. Its tough to get people interested in Windsor chairs when the media and government are telling us we’re all gonna die. 

If you would like to see the segment, use this link.  http://www.wcsh6.com/news/local/story.aspx?storyid=104334

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I did hear from His Grace Ralph Quick regarding a presentation he and Caron did for a local woodworking club. 

“Greetings Mike,     Caron and I had a really good time at the Kansas City Woodworkers Guild where we gave a presentation on Windsor chairs. We were told afterwards by several of the members that they will be contacting you soon about taking a chair class. They all went “ahhh” when we steam bent the arms that I will be using on future NYC Bow Backs.

We did a sort of “hands-on” thing. We let several of them use our hand brace and spoon bit to make the holes in the chair that we made over the weekend. The chair was 75% completed already, so it was mostly a show and tell sort of thing; dry fitted for everyone to see what the end result would be. 

One of the KC members is a past WI student named Mike, but I cannot think of his last name. He said he was only one chair away from becoming a Knight even though he has been to several of the classes already. He did the same thing as I did, took all the wrong classes first. Ha! Ha!

We handed out a lot of the EAL magazines with the article Caron contributed to. It was the article about Writing Arm Chairs; the October 2008 issue. We handed out  business cards and brochures. We let everyone know that we link to your web site. So I do expect several of them to be calling you before too long. 

Well, I better get back to work. Caron has me getting ready for the show in Virginia next week.  Tell Sue and everyone we said hello and hope to see you all soon.  Ralph, Caron & Windsor”

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I am going to take the old vaudevillian advice and “Always leave them laughing.” Here is another chairmaker joke. 

Four woodworkers are falsely arrested in France for a capital crime.

 

The first, a Windsor chairmaker, uses his charm and intelligence in deliberations with authorities. He is quickly released.  The other three are prosecuted, convicted and sentenced to the guillotine.  With all appeals exhausted, judgment day has come. 

For his last words, the second woodworker stands up and proclaims “I am a period furniture maker, and I have Duncan Phyfe watching over me.”  He is put head into the guillotine, the latch is thrown and nothing happens.  A complete inspection is performed with no flaw found.  Historically, this was considered a sign from above and, honoring that, he is released. 

The third woodworker is brought up and proclaims “I make Mission furniture, and I have Gustav Stickley watching over me.”  He is put into the guillotine and again, nothing happens.  Another inspection and he too is released. 

The final woodworker walks up the stairs, looks up and says “I am a Shaker chair maker, and if you loosen those two bolts, file that lever, and grease the track, that contraption will work better.” 

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First Splitting Party of 2009

April 29th, 2009

Last week we had our first Splitting Party of 2009. A Splitting Party is the term we use for the day we process a pile of oak logs. It’s hardly a party. It is a day of darned hard work. The promise of the cold beer waiting for us at the end of the day is all that gets us through it.

 

Fred, Don, and I get together with Kevin, the dairy farmer up the road. Kevin brings his tractor with a four foot long splitter on the back. We dubbed the tractor “Ol’ Bessy.”

           

The goal is to turn a delivery of red oak logs into chair material. We begin by bucking the logs to length with a chain saw. We use a lot of four foot material for sack back classes and catalog sales. We need two foot and 32 inch lengths for spindles and crests. While two guys roll the four and two foot lengths onto the splitter, the other two lay out and buck six foot lengths.  We use six foot parts for C-arm, NYC bow back, balloon back, and Settee.

           

The splitter slowly tears a four foot bolt in two. The real work is getting the bolt onto the splitter. Kevin is a bull of a man, and we let him do this. He drives a meat hook into one end of the bolt and grabs the other end with his free hand. Then, he pulls the bolt up onto the splitter.

           

The six footers are too long for the splitter. We still have to rive them with an eight pound maul and wedges. This is more than a guy in his early sixties can do without a periodic  rest.  So, Fred, Don, and I take turns swinging the maul.

           

After about and hour and a half we turned the pile of logs into  a pile of riven billets. Each billet represents an eighth of the log. Next, we load the billets onto Don’s pickup and drive them over to the machine room. There, Kevin and Fred start ripping them into bending or spindle blanks using our Hitachi band resaw.  Don and I get about a variety of other projects that have to be done. This time, we glued up seats for our spring and early summer classes. We also made a bunch of other parts and products for the catalog.

           

We leave an hour at the end of the day for clean up. By then, the resaw base is buried in a pile of saw dust so deep it has to be shoveled into barrels.  It gets dumped and composted out back. In the new building we have a six foot chest freezer. We fill it to the gills with fresh red oak.  We store the rest upright in barrels. We use this wood first.

           

By the end of the day we are so worn out we can barely walk. We retire to the office with those beers that have been calling our names all afternoon. We will usually have four Splitting Parties a year. We enjoy each others’ company, but we’re all happy when they’re over.

           

There was a bonus this year. The logs were beautiful. We split a six footer that was just perfect. At one point I realized how strange it must appear for four grown men to be standing around a freshly split log admiring it. For a chairmaker there are few things more beautiful than the “perfect log.”

           

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When Fred, Don, and I get together on Monday morning the first question we ask each other is “What did you do over the weekend?” The morning of our Splitting Party Fred told us he went to Boston where he and his wife Priscilla saw their son John perform at Symphony Hall. John a music major is in his third year at the

University of

Maine. He intends to go on to get a Doctorate in music. That night John was playing trumpet with the university orchestra at Symphony Hall.

 

I haven’t see Fred this proud since Susanna and I attended John’s Eagle Scout Honor Court. Also attending and helping when John made Eagle was his older brother Eric,  an Eagle Scout as well. Don and I are invested in John’s success, as we know him well. For that reason  I am happy to report about him. John has worked with us in the past. In fact, he has helped out at his share of Splitting Parties. When John was a high school senior he took a sack back class.

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RI Low Back Update

April 24th, 2009

The RI low back chair class was a blast. The first time we teach a class it is like Homecoming Day mixed with a frat party. I can’t fully describe what it is like when all the old regulars get together. It is pandemonium. They joke with each other.  They joke with the staff.  We all laugh all week long. 

The class went very well. There was an incredible amount of talent in the room. As usual they suggested some tweaks that will benefit the next group that does that chair. By the way, that will be September 14. I had such an over flow of people wanting into the first class that I opened a second.   I was gratified that the class universally acclaimed the chair. I like it a lot. They did too. It is not only a handsome and masculine chair, it is very comfortable. 

By the way, I gave some misinformation in my earlier blog.  There were five Dukes of Windsor present, not three.  Add HG Don Harper who teaches here, and six of the 18 Dukes were in one room. That is 1/3 of them. 

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HG Ralph Quick emailed us when he got back from the class. He and his wife Caron had been selected again for the Early American Life magazine list of

America’s 200 Best Craftsman. It is the couple’s sixth year in a row on the list.  In the middle of this horrible recession, can you believe that His Grace is still back ordered until August 2010.  

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Sir Larry Wolf wasn’t at the RI Low back class, but he did email me a poem. He wrote concerning it: ”A neighbor knows I make chairs and someone in her book club read this at a recent gathering. She thought I’d like it; I thought it must have been written for/about you.

I look forward to seeing you later this year at the 2 Kids chairs class. We’re due to become grandparents this July.  Larry.” 

 The Man Who Loves Chairs  By Terry Martin

 

The way some men need women,

He needs chairs. Sleek lines that

Curve toward clearer skies,

 

Arms that hold in wooden silence.

His behavior in regard to chairs

Is always correct-passionate,

 

But honorable. He does not approve

Of tipping forward or leaning back.

Collector of lovely things,

 

He owns a vast prairie of chairs,

Knows each one’s secrets. No moderation

Here. He will never have enough.

 

He tells you of the well-being of his,

Inquires about yours.

All decisions That count are made sitting,

 

Rulings final as the knife’s edge.

He sits straight-backed among them,

His legs crossed at the knee.

 

And what could be more right

Than for a man to live surrounded

by what he is willing to love?

 

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It has been a while since I included our feature A Duck Walks into a Chair Shop. We call that feature the best of chairmaker humor. The inside skinny is that chairmaker humor is pretty bad.

A Shaker chairmaker was working at his shave horse one day.  (Shaker chairmakers use shave horses.  No self respecting

Windsor chair maker would.) Suddenly, the handle on the Shaker chairmaker’s  drawknife broke.  Held only in one hand the runaway blade whistled past his head.   The Shaker chairmaker was lucky not to catch the knife in the head, but he was not totally lucky.  The knife blade sliced off his right ear.  As the blood flowed down his cheek, the Shaker called out to the rest of the shop for help.  Seeing what had happened everyone put down his tools and attended to the wounded chairmaker.   One of the Shakers harnessed  the horse to the buggy so they could  hasten their injured colleague to the hospital to have the ear stitched back on. The others got down on their hands and knees to look for the ear.  Knowing they were in a race against time, they sifted through the pile of shavings on the floor.   At last one of them shouted an exclamation of success and held aloft a bloody ear.  “I have it,” he proclaimed. 

“Let me see it,” said the wounded chairmaker.  After examining the ear closely he announced.  “No. That’s not my ear.  Mine had a pencil behind it.” 

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Reporter at Large

April 13th, 2009

This post we have a guest writer. The author is Patrick Taylor. Patrick is a junior at Philips Exeter Academy. Every student in this grade at PEA does a project known as Reporter at Large. The assignment is to interview someone concerning his or her work and write a paper as if the student were a reporter. Patrick asked me to be his subject.I have known Patrick since he was four years old. He and my son Michael attended pre-school together at Sacred Heart School here in Hampton.Patrick left after the sixth grade to be home schooled. However, Michael, Patrick and a third boy in their class named Nick have remained good friends.  

In the second grade Patrick, Mike, and Nick formed the Comet Team with the goal of becoming astronauts and being the first people on Mars. Patrick is the inspiration for the character Patrick Weaver in the series of middle grade adventure novels I have been writing. Their friend Nick inspired the character Nick Pope, and my son Michael inspired Mike Castleton. In the first book the boys do make it to Mars. 

The Comet Team may not achieve that goal in reality. However, they are all doing well in high school and I have no doubt they will all accomplish things of equal magnitude.  As you read Patrick’s writing realize he just turned 17 years old.  I know few adults who can write this well. 

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“You can sit on a rock, but that doesn’t make it a chair,” he reclines slightly, “A good chair needs to be handsome, comfortable, and strong.  A great chair needs to be timeless.  I like to think of it this way: you don’t go into a museum and look at a classic painting just because it’s hundreds of years old.  You look at it because it’s beautiful, the best there is.”  He leans forward, placing his callused hands onto the table in front of him. 

“Windsor chairs are like sharks; they’ve been perfected by evolution.  We haven’t found any way to improve the design of a Windsor. The curved back of the chair flows into a steam-bent crest rail.  A tail brace connects the backrest to the rounded seat, while armrests follow the curvature of the frame.  The legs – held together by a support brace – provide a base for the thick undercarriage of the chair…” he pauses, clearly enthusiastic, “They’re highly engineered; tough and flexible, rather than rigid.  But a Windsor is more than just a well built chair, it’s an unchanging design – a work of art.

“This is what I’m trying to do, create a chair that transcends time and space.  No matter what year it is, no matter where it is, I want someone to look at one of my Windsor chairs and respect it for what it is, not merely fashionable, but rather, eternal” 

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The Windsor Institute is nestled down a long country road in the backwoods of Hampton, far away from the sandy beaches by the coast.  The shop is a small, light blue building with a slightly oversized gravel parking lot.  An American flag hangs by the large French doors at the front of the building. 

Mike Dunbar ushers me into his shop with a big grin on his face.  “Well this is it,” he says, “The Windsor Institute.”   

Mike stands almost six feet tall, with strong shoulders like a football player.  He wears a green-collared shirt with the Windsor Institute logo on it.  Around his neck hangs a black woodworker’s apron, discolored with varnish and sawdust.  A glance at his callused hands will show a long history of craftsmanship and woodworking experience.

Mike walks confidently – the sign of a master chair builder – always aware of his location within his quaint workshop.  As his students work, Mike keeps a close eye from the end of the room.  He stands back to let them build their chair, but he’s ready in an instant if anything goes wrong. 

“I’m someone who’s very energetic about his job.  I really enjoy making Windsor chairs, and I’m trying to pass that same energy on to my students,” Mike says, still watching the class. 

“Anyone can learn to build a chair from a video or the internet, but when you do that, you don’t feel connected; you’re just making something.  A chair builder needs to be passionate about his creation, and you can only get this type of passion in person.  I need to have an infectious enthusiasm, something that will allow these students to enter my world of chair-building.  To have a masterpiece, there must first be a master.     

Around me, I hear sanding and hammering.  Five large workstations are scattered about the beige-colored room, several men working at each one.  A lonely olive drill press sits in the corner; it is the only power tool in sight.  Flags surround the entire room; it seems there is one from nearly every continent. “As you can see, we have students coming from all over the world.  We’re still waiting on someone from Antarctica, though,” Mike says, smirking.    

Across from where I’m standing, I can see a number of old-fashioned woodworking tools hanging on a custom-built rack.  Beneath that is a pile of neatly organized maple legs, ready to be used in a Windsor chair.   

Evening light flows through the French doors into the already well-lit room.  At the workstations, I can see chairs in various stages of life, some have legs, some seats, and others are just parts waiting to be carefully assembled. 

Mike glances around the room with his light blue eyes.  He looks at the project Windsors scattered throughout the shop, casually inspecting each for imperfections.  He pauses at a half-built chair.  A student is hastily shaping the seat of the chair with an adz.  He pauses as he sees Mike approaching.  Mike bends down to examine the seat.  He squints and says in his New England accent, “Perhaps if you use the adz more like this…” 

He trails off as his skilled hands glide over the coarse pine.  He places himself above the chair, bending slightly at the knees.  He stares intently at the pine surface.  Grasping the adz firmly, he begins to carve.  Slowly he chips away at the rough surface of the wood, whittling away towards the center.  He pauses, stepping back to analyze the seat.  He leans in and squints, as if it were his own creation.  Nodding his head, he hands the tool back to his student. 

“Don’t worry about the seat, it’s made of pine, chopping harder isn’t going to hurt it.  We’ll be able to refine what we have here later.  Keep working on it and you’ll have a fantastic finished piece.” 

Mike pats the student on the back encouragingly, and strides to the end of the room.  He smiles, looking at his student.  He turns to me and says, “He’ll do well.” 

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“It all started in college.  I was at a yard sale, actually; I had never intended to buy a chair, but this one…”  He smiles pensively, “It really captivated me.  I brought it home and set it down in my tiny apartment.  But I never sat in it; I found myself sitting across from the chair, looking at it from different angles.  I even used candles to look at the thing in different lighting.  It may sound strange now, but that chair was absolutely perfect to me.”  His passion for chair making began with a $10, antique Windsor.  That purchase turned Mike Dunbar’s life completely around.  He quickly realized though, that his new passion for Windsor chairs would be expensive, most cost upwards of $100.  Young Mike – still in college – didn’t have the money.

“So my next thought was, if I can’t buy them, I’ll have to make them myself.  There was a problem though; I didn’t have any prior knowledge of woodworking.  So I learned how to make my first chair from instructions in books.” “It was rough,” he says, chuckling, “Wobbly, uneven, maybe a little unsafe to sit on; but it was my chair, and I was proud of it.”

Mike’s business started out of a rented garage, answering an ad in Early American Life magazine for fifty Windsor chairs.  He sold every chair for nearly $100 each.

“My first real job making Windsor chairs, though, was at Strawbery Banke.  I’m trying to remember what the title was…” he taps his foot against the floor, “Resident Chair-builder – that’s it.  I created a number of period pieces to be displayed throughout the 18th century homes in the village.”

Mike’s big break came when he was interviewed by a local, Portsmouth magazine about his Windsor chairs. ”They initially came to interview a man who builds boats; but when the journalist came into my shop he immediately recognized the Windsors.  They decided to do a story on me instead, and surprisingly, I was put on the cover page.  That article was my entrance into the woodworking community.  After that I was literally swarmed with letters asking about  Windsor chairs.” 

Mike was asked to speak at Briham Young University chair conference in 1979.  He was so popular at the conference that he was later asked to teach a course on

Windsor chairs.  “The course almost immediately filled up.  When people came to the first class, I found out that most of them had no experience with woodworking.  The first day was a disaster; things did not go according to plan.  I spent the whole class just introducing the students to woodworking.  Even worse were the tools; they were over engineered and cheap.  Needless to say I was quite fazed,” Mike pauses, “We never actually completed a single chair, but in the end, everyone left with a big smile on their face.” 

Mike was ready to teach another course, but he needed to come up with a plan to acquire better tools.  “I found a man in Ohio, Ernie Conover, who was starting up his own tool company.  He was able to make the equipment I needed.  He and I started talking about the course, and actually, we decided to set up our own class.  We worked all around North America, teaching lessons from Ohio to Seattle.  Our courses were steadily improving, every time we did a class, we did it better.  But I was getting tired of travelling.  I remember I was in Montreal, and I called Sue,” he gestures to a picture of his wife, “I told her I couldn’t do it anymore, I couldn’t leave her and Michael alone for weeks at a time.  But giving up woodworking wasn’t an option.  So she and I concluded it was time to open our own place.”  Mike rented out a store in downtown Portsmouth, NH to hold his classes.  He relied on word of mouth and his own reputation to attract customers.  The first few classes were adequate; most of the spaces were filled.  “Then – I don’t know what happened – we were booked solid for year.  Of course this was good, but we just didn’t have the space to hold our courses.  So we eventually built our own place here in Hampton.  And I’ve been here for what…” he furls his brow, “Near thirteen years, now.” 

Mike’s career snowballed, and he is now considered one of the foremost experts on Windsor chairs.  He’s been featured in numerous magazines and television shows, and even received the title “Duke of Windsor” from a local newspaper. 

“There was a time in my life when I resented that I was known only for creating chairs.  People would come up and ask me if I did anything other than make Windsors, and I would take great offense at that,” he pauses.  Hanging behind him is an article from the Wall Street Journal titled, ‘Windsor Chair Gets a Standing Ovation’, with Mike’s picture prominently on the front.

“But I’ve reached a point where I’ve become comfortable with my identity… I’ve been asked if I’ll ever do anything else, and I say to them, you dance with the girl you came in with.  When I check out, this is who I’m checking out with.”  He glances over at the article on the wall and smiles.         

“Mike Dunbar and Windsor chairs go hand in hand, you know.” 

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Update

April 3rd, 2009

I have been lax.  We have been through two classes this year and I have not updated you. There is a reason. I have been tied up with the addition to our house. I expect to have the Certificate of Occupancy in hand as early as Monday. Meanwhile, I have been busy filling in for the useless, incompetent builder I am paying 20%. Just before final inspection he went on vacation without telling me. He left no one in charge of the project. That’s why I had to take over.

 

I could write a book about this addition, but no one would publish it.  They would think it was fiction. No publisher could believe that a builder could be so incompetent and inattentive. Nothing has gone right.

 

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Let’s talk about some happy things. We led off 2009 with the March 9 Nantucket fan back.  Along with C-arm, this is my favorite chair. Tuesday morning we held the Drilling of the First Hole ceremony.  This was our official start of the new school year. The backboard signed by everyone present hangs on the wall next to the dry erase board. A photograph of the class is pinned to it. The Board will hang there until late afternoon December 11. Then, at the Burning of the Backboards, it will be the first board into the fire.

 

The class was witness to a double knighting. Sirs Brian Offut and Jim Janicki became the 151st and 152nd Knights of Windsor. Brian’s wife attended the ceremony.  She brought Brian’s two year-old, identical twin daughters so they could see Daddy act silly with all his friends. The two girls are so cute you just want to pick them up and squeeze them. I now understand the old actor wisdom about “never work with dogs or kids.”  The twins stole the show. Even as the goofy King of Windsor I couldn’t get the Assembled Multitude to pay any attention to me.

 

By the way, Sir Brian is a school teacher. A poster created by his school library showing Brian with a sack back chair and holding a copy of one of my books hangs over the toilet in the shop bathroom. So, everyone who has studied here knows Brian.  Guys, he’s the one staring you in the eye. Ladies, he’s the one looking over your shoulder.

 

We held our first 2009 sack back class two weeks later. This class was noteworthy for a couple of reasons.  The most important is that the record for the youngest person to ever take a sack back class was blown out of the water.  It sank like the Titanic.  It fell out the sky in flames and crashed and burned. My son set the record when he was 12 years, six months old. Until now he was the youngest person – boy or girl – to ever take our sack back class. Not anymore. Sara Lewis was 12 years 20 days old when she began the March 23 class. She shaved more than five months off his record.

 

Sara is now famous, but soon will be known to more than just you chairmakers reading this blog. The March 23 class was covered by WCSH Channel Six, the NBC affiliate in Portland, Maine. The program was supposed to be about me and The Institute. Once again, I was upstaged by a kid. (Take my advice. Don’t work with dogs or kids.) The interviewer was very anxious to talk with Sara (even though she’s from Washington State, and I’m from neighboring NH) The segment will air on the station’s magazine named 207 (That’s the Maine area code. I didn’t get it either until Fred explained it to me. He lives in

Maine and knows those things.) You will be able to watch it through the station’s website WCSH6.com.  I’ll give you a heads up when it airs.

 

This Monday morning, we begin the April 6 R.I. Low back class. I am excited.  I really like this chair. Also, the class is made up of all the old regulars. The class contains two Dukes of Windsor, three Earls, and eight Knights. There are also a handful of peasants. Someone has to do the bidding of all that royalty.  There has to be someone to flog if anything goes wrong with a Duke’s chair.

 

His Grace Ralph Quick, Lord Woody Leland, and Sir Bruce Mosher reserved the other three vises on my bench. I will have to move elsewhere if I want to get any work done. This group will keep me rolling on the floor laughing.

 

Next post, I’ll give you a report on the week. Meanwhile, a lot of you missed out on this class, and grumbled when I told you it was full. To sooth your hurt feelings, I have scheduled another R.I low back for September 14. If you don’t get into that one right away, I will have no patience with your complaints.  I have given you fair room and fair warning.

 

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We heard from Sir Ron Tatman today. He emailed:  “I just returned from my two week R&R rotation. It was a welcome break, but much too short.  Jill and I managed to find the time to tour the Winterthur exhibit of eastern

Massachusetts furniture. There were several types of Windsor chairs in the exhibit, including several

Nantucket fan backs. One example was duplicated by Sir Dan Santos, who I have taken a chair class with. There is a video of Sir Dan demonstrating some of the period tools that he uses. There is also an example of an unfinished fan back and examples of some of the joints used. The video and the chair were outstanding and added much to the entire exhibit.

“The fan back Sir Dan replicated was smaller than one we build. It took a while to get used to. The seat is much smaller. The chair looks lower in height even though the other features seemed to compensate for the smallness. Some fan backs end up with stocky stretchers which take away from the design. The example that most resembled the fan back that we make stood out from the others because of its size and simplicity of ornamentation.

“As interesting as everything was it was also torture. I did not get to work on any chairs while at home. My only shop time was band sawing out enough carving blanks for me and another soldier to carve for our remaining time here. Carving makes the time pass as does looking forward to the blog and the emails. It is good to hear that many of my fellow chairmakers are doing well.”

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After my March 15 eNewsletter I heard from Sir Ron’s wife Jill. She noticed the chair first. Ditto Sir Joel Jackson’s wife. Kind of embarrassing if you call yourself a chairmaker but saw a guy threading a needle, or a Saturday Evening Post cover.

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It has been a while since I heard from Sir Croxton Gordon. Croxton is one of four people (three living) both in the Royal Orders and the Chairmaker Hall of Fame.  There have been exciting things going on in his life. It looks like we now have to call him Your Immortal Honor, Sir.

 

“Master, I hope you will forgive my lack of communication.  Executive summary: life is great, I’m the luckiest guy alive, and I still enjoy making Windsors as you taught me.

 

“More than three years ago two judgeships opened up in my area.  I threw my hat in the ring for the Juvenile & Domestic Relations court, and after a year and a half of political wrangling, I got the job.  It’s exhausting and rewarding.  Most nights I don’t have the energy to go to the shop and play, however.  I’m averaging about four chairs a year these days, and am in the middle of #121.  That’s a lot of spindles since that week in Atlanta!

“Ellie is active in school and community affairs, and continues to search titles for a local title insurance company.  The real estate business has, of course, taken a hit, so she’s not as busy as several years ago.  My daughter, Laura, is married, living in

Fredericksburg, and works with battered women in the courts. We can talk shop!

“John is 11 and excels at everything he tries, including sports, guitar, and academics. He’s the one we nearly named Emhof or Travisher, thanks to your martinis with Ellie at the beginning of the fan back class. 

“Christian, 13, is as big as I am, and stronger, rowing with the crew team, and reading and thinking.

“The Immortal Paul Schutz has taken a job with Hawaii Telecom managing their IT budget and vendors, or something like that.  High pressure, but great company and setting.  

“I see John Robinson occasionally, and speak to him often. He’s still making lots of chairs, but is also raising horses–show jumpers. Crazy.

“I just discovered your blog–good job!  It’s nice to hear news from Camelot.  Could you add me to your email list?  Please give Sue my warm regards.  Cheers, Croxton 87th Knight of Windsor”

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Ask the Chairman

March 3rd, 2009

            This is an installment of Ask the Chairmaker. When we published the old paper version of The Windsor Chronicles, this was a regular feature.  In it, I answered reader questions.  Now, I no longer answer questions of broad interest by return email.  I save them and respond to them here so everyone can have the benefit of the answer.

 

            After those Q and As I have included some additional reader updates that you may find interesting.

 

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Dear Mike: I bought a red oak log locally and I’ve started on my next four sack backs.  I’ve finished the 28 spindles.  Now I’m ready to glue up the seat blanks.  Is the glue joint in the seat blank reinforced with biscuits or dowels?  Fred

 

            Dear Fred: No biscuits.  Not only is there no need for them, they present a risk.  

            Biscuits do not strengthen a good glue joint. They are useful in a very long joint tin that they help to accomplish alignment.  For example, if you were gluing a table top, biscuits would keep the surface of adjacent boards in a continuous plane. That is not a problem in a seat blank, which is only about 24 inches long.

 

            The risk is that in saddling the seat, you would run into the biscuit. In that case, you would have to cut it completely away.  By the time you were done saddling the seat might end up oddly shaped.  Also, in cutting away the biscuit you would have removed any benefit it had created, which is none.

 

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Dear Mike: For the past five years the lumber for my chair seats has come from a local sawmill where the wood has been air dried. No problems have occurred. Unfortunately, I can now only purchase freshly sawn planks, and the task of seasoning will be up to me. I am using 8/4 x 10″ white pine. Please give me some guide lines as to how low the moisture content should be for the seat blanks.

 

            Dear John: When I was in the chairmaking business, I too used to buy pine and air dry it. It was the best possible wood, as air dried pine is more waxy and shock resistant than kiln dried pine.  I never checked the moisture content when I used a plank. Inexpensive, moisture meters were not available in those days.  Instead, I stored my wood inside for a year. That did the job.  I never had trouble with checking.

 

            When I put up a load of plank I wrote the date on it in a red timber crayon. That way, I knew when it was ready to use.

 

            I would suggest you do the same.  Bring the wood inside to a space that is heated in cold weather. Wait a year and you should be safe.  If you want to check the moisture at that point there is no harm. I suspect it will be about 15%.

 

            Your problem is that a load of plank put up today will not be ready for a year. You have to find a supply that will bridge the gap.

 

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Dear Mike: I hope Angus is doing better. He probably forgot that he ever had four legs.

I had my chair exhibition in a small coffee shop (have to start somewhere) and I spoke for 30 minutes about Windsor chairs, how to make them, and their history. I brought in tools and explained the process. The chairs are hanging on the wall due to space problems but also because I don’t want the seats to be ruined by three weeks of people trying them. People these days are wearing pants on their knees and that are full of buttons and chains. I just don’t want the seats damaged.Do you have any sale pitch ideas? People here are very slow around here (Norway.)  They don’t know

Windsors from Adam and its going to take some time. Well I have 17 years to retirement so I guess that’s good. Think I will contact an interior decorating magazine and see if that would work.

Sir Stig

 

            Dear Sir Stig: I don’t have any advice on how to keep people from causing wear on your chairs when they are on display.  People do want to try them out. In fact, you want people to try out your chairs. That’s how they learn how comfortable they are. They may decide to buy one.  At least, they will spread the word.

 

            You have to accept the wear.  Perhaps you can sell a display chair at a discount in the future.  Also, you may find someone who likes a chair with wear.  I do.

 

            To sell chairs, you need only one thing – people with money. Without that, you are wasting your time. It helps if you live in an area where Windsors are a known furniture form and are readily recognized. In short, that means the eastern United States. People in this region do not have to be educated, and that saves you some effort.             If you live somewhere else, you have to do a bit more work. You have to educate people about

Windsors.  In your presentation concentrate on three things – comfort, strength, and good looks. Any product that is pleasant to use, lasts forever, and is pretty is a winner.

            The way to educate people on comfort is to let them sit in the chairs. That’s why you want to let people try out your chairs, even if they damage them. My wife Susanna always invites people to try out our chairs. Her line is “you won’t believe a wooden chair could be this comfortable.”

            Tell your potential customers that the United States antique market is full of 200 year old Windsors that are still as tight as the day they were made. Explain why handmade Windsor chairs last. People like to hear about the joinery; joints in compression, locking tapers, etc. If a presentation permits, my favorite sales technique is to lift a 350 pound work bench with a leg tapped into a tapered hole.  You’ve seen me do that in sack back class.

 

            Finally, show people how handsome these chairs are. They can see that for themselves.  However, it doesn’t hurt to discuss some of the finer points; such as chairs built using the vanishing point; chairs built to fit in the Golden Rectangle, etc.

 

            All these marketing points explain to a potential buyer why your chairs are better than anything they can buy from a furniture store. They also help explain why your chairs cost more than those made in factories. Most people will not care. However, you only need the small percentage that does care. These people live every where. You just need to find them.

 

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I received this email in response to my recent post about the CHR MKR plate.

 

Hi Mike: I’m just letting you know I still have the CHRMKR plate for my pickup truck for

Wisconsin. My state representatives and the Honorable Governor Doyle continue to look for ways to make me pay more for the privilege. Looking forward to seeing you in the August C-arm class.

  Mike Wisch

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 Dear Mike:   Business has really been good for us. Even with the recent economic problems, we have not had one chair order cancelled. As a matter of fact, we are averaging about two to three chair orders per week. We are backlogged until August, 2010. It will be that long before we start an order taken today.

 

            We have also been getting recognition from places such as “The World of Interiors,” a hoity-toity magazine from

England. They recently did an article about American furniture and makers. They wanted to use a picture of our Boston Sack Back.            Give Sue a hug for us. Tell everyone we said hello and that we can’t wait to see them in April. Ralph, Caron & Windsor Quick

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            If you want to read a nice bit of publicity obtained by Sir Jim Tenpenny, click on this link. http://sitemason.vanderbilt.edu/vanderbiltview/articles/2009/01/29/jim-tenpenny-has-the-last-word.71835

 

            Sir Jim says he is in Vanderbilt U’s Space and Facilities Planning.  The running joke around here is that is a cover. Sir Jim and his buddy Sir Bob Gardner are really the infamous Tennessee Mafiosi Jimmy Dime and Bobby Vegetables.

 

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            You may want to drop Sir Larry Williams a note of condolences.  His father James Walter Williams died Monday February 9 at age 91.  

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            My last post sparked a rush of people signing up for my monthly eNewsletter. They did not realize that the eNewsletter is in addition to these postings. You will not find the eNewsletter material here.  You have to be on the email list.

 

            I mail to the list around the 15th of every month. You do not need to be a student to be on the list. If you change your email address without sending me your new address, I delete you.

 

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My Favorite Things

February 23rd, 2009

            I love teaching classes.  I love the hustle and bustle and all the activity.  I love watching all the chairs come together.  I love the sense of satisfaction everyone experiences.

            On the other hand, I also love working by myself in a quiet shop with no distractions. I love making a project without time constraints or deadlines. I love being able to take time and appreciate what I have done.

            I love all these things. However, last week I got to do the thing I love most of all. Don, Fred, and I worked together to test the work I had put into the new Rhode Island low back chair we will teach the first time April 6.

            Let me back up a bit. A lot of work goes into developing a class.  It is very different and much more than just making a chair. It is the process of developing the information required to convey the making of the chair to others. Teaching is not a matter of saying “Do this.” It does involve that.  It also involves “This is why you do this,” and above all, “This is how you do what I do intuitively.”

            Teaching a chair requires information. The information comes in lots of forms.  It involves templates which contain all sort of knowledge.  It involves written material like procedures and the Day One sheet. It involves patterns of turnings. It involves getting and preparing any different types or different dimensions of stock.

            All this prep work gets me ready to make the first prototype. A lot of work has already been done before a tool’s sharp edge actually contacts wood. I have made temporary templates made on which I will write notes and make corrections. I have looked at every example of the chair I can find to anticipate as many problems as possible.

            Completing the first prototype leads to my favorite part – the part I love most. Fred and Don join me for a couple of days in a quiet shop. They begin by examining the prototype with their very experienced eyes. They judge it and make suggestions for corrections and improvements.  If I have done my job well the chair is pretty good. This means that their observations involve really sophisticated, higher level chairmaking. I usually can accomplish “pretty good” in the prototype.  Together, our three minds and decades of combined experience will achieve “excellent.”

            After critiquing the prototype, each of us sets about making a chair. Our three chairs go together quickly. We are all fast chairmakers.  While working we discuss the teaching process; points that need intense instruction, potential problems, and the daily sequence. I take a lot of notes.

            By late morning we were all making seats. At this point a young fellow from

North Carolina dropped by to see the shop.  He couldn’t have picked a worse day. We could not spare the time to show him around. We were very much focused on our work and not in a frame of mind to chat.  However, he did get to hear our banter.

            Legging up an X stretcher is really different from an H stretcher. I had identified some problems during the prototype. Fred and Don had suggested some solutions. Usually, I go first and test one solution. If it works, they both do the same. However, sometimes the first attempt doesn’t solve the problem. If so, we try something different on the next chair. We generally work out even the most intractable problems by the third chair.

            I had a spacing problem with the prototype’s spindles. The problem arose because blind holes are walked off on the bottom of the arm while the through holes are walked off on the top. My first correction did not work. We did not get the spacing right until Don’s chair.  When we teach the class, the students will not have any of these problems.

            You can see why I cherish these opportunities. It is like a mountain climbing instructor taking a vacation to climb the

Matterhorn with his fellow instructors.

            This process for developing a class does not end with these three chairs.  Now, we have to prepare all the materials for the class.  We have to make templates for each bench. We have to make any special tools or gauges. Finally, I have to sit at a computer and work up all the teaching materials we will use as well as all the information students will receive in their packets.

            The process we use is intense, but very effective. We use it for every new chair we introduce to our curriculum. I think it describing the process underscores two points.  First, this is why we at The Institute get chairs “right.” Lots of guys out there making chairs never put their work through this level of scrutiny. They just keep repeating the same mistakes over and over.

            Second, this is why we protect our product and do not allow other people to teach it.  Our expertise and our experience are unique to us.  We developed them through decades of effort. While we are delighted to have our students make and sell the chairs we have developed. Taking our course and then teaching it is a matter of stealing all the time and effort we put into developing it.

            A final word on the Rhode Island low back.  What a great chair! I know it sounds sexist, but this is a truly masculine chair. It is strong, ample, and robust.  Sitting in it makes one feel strong and robust. It makes me want to “call for my pipe; call for my bowl; and call for my fiddlers three.” We may schedule another class this year.  Meanwhile, I’m sorry.  The Royal Orders filled the April 6 class long ago.

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            Every month after emailing my newsletter I delete about ten undeliverable addresses from my contact list.  If you change email addresses, you do have to let me know. February 15 you should have received one titled “My Hippie Days.”  If you did not, you are no longer on the list and need to send me your new address. If you don’t, you will not receive the March 15 issue.

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Goodbye to 2008

January 26th, 2009

            Goodbye to 2008. It is gone and may it be quickly forgotten. I would feel a lot better if 2009 had not started out just as badly. My 2008 included some of the same bad things you experienced. Business is slow. My IRA was cut in half by the stock market crash. 

            Regionally, this has been a horrible winter. It stops snowing only long enough to spend a day digging out. Then, it snows again. In December we had an ice storm that left the region without power. We were only out for two days. We spent them huddled around the fireplace and slept on the living room floor.

 

            Some 2008 problems are unique to my life. In September we began to build a handicap addition for our friend Jim. We have lived with tradesmen ever since.  They are always banging and sawing.  Their trucks clog our driveway.  We have no peace, no privacy. I want them all to go away. The addition is beautiful, but I want them all to go away.

 

            In October it seemed our white boxer Angus had hurt his left rear leg.  Anyone who has taken a class here in the past couple of years knows Angus.  He is a very friendly and personable dog. He is fun loving and full of joy.  The vet determined Angus had torn his ACL. Angus is high energy and plays hard.  So, such an injury was not surprising.  We had his ACL fixed. Those of you who took classes after October saw Angus’ shaved leg and the long incision on his knee. You watched him limp around the shop.

 

            The leg did not get better.  In fact, it got worse.  We took Angus to a canine physical therapist. She had him walk on a treadmill in a water tank. Angus still did not get better. The vet was puzzled, as was the physical therapist. Finally, the therapist told us she feared an infection. After all, Angus’ knee did seem swollen.

 

            We thought she may be right.  The dog was experiencing pain. He would suddenly stand and run round the room trying to lap his sore leg.  I could only calm him by massaging him. We thought he was having muscle or tendon spasms.

 

            Just after Christmas we took him back to the vet. The vet tried to examine the leg and Angus shrieked in pain. He couldn’t stand to have the leg touched.  It was gut wrenching to see a dog suffer like that.

 

            The vet scheduled the dog for an X-ray the next day. We took Angus home. He had a terrible night.  He could not lie down because of the pain.  He paced around the room whimpering.  About 9:00 we packed him into the car and brought him to the Emergency Clinic for some pain relievers.

 

            The next day Angus had his X-ray. A large lump showed up on a leg muscle.  The vet took a biopsy. Why does no one ever do tests early in the week?  Whenever you are waiting for a lab report, you always have to wait over a weekend. 

            The report came back. Cancer. The next trip was to a veterinary oncologist. Poor Angus had more tests to determine if the cancer had spread. We waited another weekend for the results, keeping the poor dog drugged, but out of pain.

 

            Finally, we got the answer we had been praying for.  No evidence the cancer was anywhere but in the leg muscle. We got another break.  The surgeon had two white boxers she adored.  She fell in love with Angus and just for him; she came in on a Sunday to amputate his leg.

 

            Twelve hours later we went to visit Angus.  He bounced out of the kennel on three legs. I took him for a walk and he began to run down the sidewalk pulling me behind. I got in trouble with the surgeon for being irresponsible.  She would not accept my excuse that the dog was pulling me.

 

            Angus has continued to strengthen. After two weeks, the surgery has healed and he has had the stitches removed. The site looks horrible, but that doesn’t seem to bother him.  The dog is on his way back.

 

            So, we now have a ¾ dog. This is more common than I had known.  In fact, there are websites for amputee dogs.  They are called TriPawds. It seems most dogs do just fine with three legs. Amputations bother us far more than they bother the dog. Angus is affirming that wisdom.

 

            We feel better that our dog is getting better.  Still, 2008 and the beginning of 2009 have been awful. We spent most of our days sitting in clinics or nursing a sick dog.  I apologize to all of you who have emailed and waited days for a response.  I have to admit I have not been to work a lot. I hope that will now change. I also hope 2009 will change and become a better year.

 

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            The Portsmouth Woodcraft Supply has moved (1/2 mile up the road) to bigger digs. To make the event special they had an invitation-only evening for their 300 best customers. Don, Fred, and I set up and did a little chairmaking to entertain the guests.  We had a good night and met lots of nice folks, who also happen to live in our neighborhood.

 

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            When we still published the paper version of the Windsor Chronicles we regularly announced when a chairmaker had obtained the CHRMKR plate in a particular state. At one point, more than half the states had issued the plate. When an owner moved or gave up the plate, it was quickly snapped up by someone else. 

 

            I lost track of plate owners when we stopped publishing the paper version. I was very pleased when Sir Dan Santos sent me a picture of the Massachusetts CHRMKR plate on his pick up.

 

            The take over of the country by chairmakers was a trend worth following.  Those who still have your state plate, drop me an email. If you want to show everyone that you are a proud Windsor chairmaker, check to see if your state is still available.

 

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            We had another feature in the old Windsor Chronicles that I want to revive.  It was called Ask the Chairman. People would write me their questions about Windsors and I would publish the answer.

 

            The idea of reviving the feature came to when Sir Ken Hall emailed me the question below.  I get questions every day.  I answer them and delete the email. My brainstorm is that these answers have a broader interest. So, from now on, I will be posting the more interesting ones here in this space. If you email me a question, assume it may show up here.  That way, I don’t have to seek approval from everyone who writes.

My Liege, One of the rear legs on my Boston Fan back has come loose in the chair seat. I don’t know why - possibly faulty assembly on my part. At any rate, should I just try to work more glue around the taper, split again and wedge?  Will this work or do you have an idea? Sir Ken.

Hot Stuff is a wonderful solution for a loose joint. I would run a bead around the joint on the bottom of the seat. Capillary action will draw the glue into the joint and it will set up quickly.  Do this with the chair upside down. Any Hot Stuff that leaks through should drip onto your bench top.  So, put down some newspaper. If any glue does get on the seat, it cleans up with acetone. Mike.

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