Precious Memories and the Smiles of Our Forebears
If there is such a thing as an unbreakable wrench, I'm pretty sure that's it.
I was using it to do a little plumbing today; specifically to loosen the large retaining nut on the end of the water pressure regulator on our domestic supply line for our home. I've got a lot of newer wrenches in my tool box(es) I could have picked, but when I saw Grandpa Tanner's old Trimo sitting there, I just grabbed it and decided toput it to use after all these years.
I don't remember a whole lot about Grandpa and Grandma Tanner. They lived in Indianapolis and we lived in Chicago. We have a couple Aunts and Uncles plus Cousins in Indy, so we'd visit them and the Grandparent once or twice a year, but that's not a lot when you're a kid. And kids are not really into sitting and getting to know grandparents; getting to know them as people. But one thing I really do recall is sitting in front of their pot-bellied stove, in their little rented duplex, reading Craftsman Tool Catalogs. Tools just always interested me, Granddad always had a stack of catalogs there, that he'd let me read.
During the time I knew him .. he died when I was about 13 .. he wasn't in good health. He had a bad heart, and he mostly stayed home, The only job I recall his ever having was custodian at Victory Memorial Methodist Church in Indianapolis.
Grandma Tanner, on the other hand, was the perfect picture of a Conestoga-wagon-ridin' frontier-bound homestead wife. She just looked like one, and I can't explain it beyond that. She was also a bookkeeper at Lane Bryant Company, which in itself is ironic. They make plus-sized clothing, and she was thin as a rail.
I think she had to run around in a shower stall, to get wet.
Anyway, those memories came flooding in when I picked up that wrench, today. I wondered if Grandpa would be happy if he was aware that I'd chosen to use that old wrench of his, instead of the new chrome-plated lifetime-warrantied computer-designed wonders from my toolbox. That the wrench had brought fond memories of him, and of a happy childhood, when I picked it up.
Thinking of it from a Spiritual standpoint, I'd hope he'd find some pleasure in the fact that his presence on earth still had meaning, echoing across my mind decades later, as I picked up a century-old Trimo wrench and silently thanked my Grandpa .. and my Father .. for having passed a carefully old crafted hunk of steel along to me.
Our younger son Brad has developed an extensive family tree over the last couple of years. We gave him all the information out of Grandma's bible when he started up, and he's done an absolutely amazing job since that time, with online ancestry resources, even to the point of finding ship's registries, immigration papers, census forms from several centuries, all via the internet. But some of it came from Grandma Tanner's careful cursive handwriting in the old KJV that was simply inscribed: