That was my father. He sorted and labeled hundreds of jars, cans, and boxes of items. I found a box in the attic full of pieces of carpet padding labeled "pieces of carpet padding to small to save" We never threw anything away without first taking it apart and saving all the fasteners, belts, pulleys, switches, etc.the CDO in me (OCD in alphabetical order) would have cataloged the bolt bin.....again.....
That is genius. My kids are going to have stories like that one ...I found a box in the attic full of pieces of carpet padding labeled "pieces of carpet padding too small to save"
That was my Dad. He graduated first in the engineering department class in 1938. The only job he could find was as the tool room boy and tool grinder for a brass valve mfg company. Married and soon with me on the way things were tight but I never knew how tight until my mother passed about 9 years ago and we found a shoe box of letters Mom had written to my grandparents describing how they were just getting by. A couple of years later after he landed a job at Westinghouse he was loaned out by them to a major engineering firm to work with them on design work for the Oak Ridge nuclear facility and later back at Westinghouse after the war until he retired. I never knew this either until I was in my fifties.The saving stuff reminds me of being around people who saw some of the depression era; you could still see the mentality decades later. I worked around a few old guys in the late 90s, and one of them reportedly had a lot of money. He was still a skin flint, worried about wasting stuff and that.
Your Dad sounds great. I thought I was becoming the old Engineer on site - but listening to others is still a great way to learn what is needed. Learning more about others before us, in different times, never ceases to interest me. Thanks for sharingThat was my Dad. He graduated first in the engineering department class in 1938. The only job he could find was as the tool room boy and tool grinder for a brass valve mfg company. Married and soon with me on the way things were tight but I never knew how tight until my mother passed about 9 years ago and we found a shoe box of letters Mom had written to my grandparents describing how they were just getting by. A couple of years later after he landed a job at Westinghouse he was loaned out by them to a major engineering firm to work with them on design work for the Oak Ridge nuclear facility and later back at Westinghouse after the war until he retired. I never knew this either until I was in my fifties.
He often said he learned more about how an engineer should think from listening to the first generation German and Swedish machinists at his first job than he did in college.
He never threw away anything that he though was of value. When I started school they didn't buy me a lunch box. He made me one in the basement out of a piece of sheet metal that someone had discarded. I wish I still had it today even though it wasn't as nice as the ones the other kids had. I would set it on the top shelf of my computer desk and before I hit the "Buy Now" icon on Amazon I would look up at it and then make a better decision.