The Whole Garage Catalogue: Electric Scissors

Saturday, January 19, 2019

Electric Scissors

I can't recall ever having had the thought, "Gee. I sure do wish I had a pair of electric scissors." Electric scissors are not something that I've ever felt the need of. But that hasn't stopped some outfit from manufacturing them.^[1]

There's no maker's name on it. It takes two 'C' cells in its battery compartment.

And it's inoperative; pushing the switch button results in nothing. Oxidized electrical connections are the likeliest fault.

Here's a view of the business end's insides.

A little DC motor with a cam at the end of its shaft lends a rocking action to one of the blades, and that provides the scissoring effect.

Some attention paid to electrical continuity got the motor going. Here's a brief video of the mechanism in action.

['Sorry about the very poor video. I could have used some help with shooting that, but there was none available.]

The swing of the moving scissor blade is tiny. Only a very small part of the scissors' blade length is actually utilized. But it does cut paper remarkably well. Here it is in action.

I'm kind of impressed.

The battery compartment cover wants attention; one of its retaining clips is broken and the cover pops open easily.

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And here we are with a fastening for the wayward battery compartment cover.

That's a 4-40 x 3/16" screw with an oversize No. 4 flat fibre washer holding the front edge of the cover in place. That will work fine.

I'll keep the tool handy and see if it makes itself useful.

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[1] And never mind just 'some outfit'. There are all kinds of the things available, and they're not cheap. Visit Amazon and search for "electric scissors" and you'll see what I mean.

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Introduction

This blog is in honour of my deceased father, Nick Gaspick.

It sprang from what had started out as merely a post on my workshop blog, Rouge River Workshop. Here's my introduction to that post:

"My son has been clearing out my deceased father's garage, so he'll have a place to restore an old car, and he's been finding all manner of stuff. I've begun one post about an old woodworking vise that I mean to restore. This weekend, my son brought me four toolboxes full of items. As a small honour to my father, I'll 'catalogue' them in this post, in no particular order, little-by-little as I go through the boxes."

The nature of the post was for it to grow ever longer, and that can be dangerous. Blogger has some quirks that I've experienced in the past, and I was getting tired of always backing up the entire post so I wouldn't lose it should Blogger vapourize an editing session. I finally decided to make a full-blown blog with an index out of the post. Here it is.

I'll leave the original post as it is, where it is, but I'll bring over all the items in it so far as individual, indexed posts here as well. Needless to say, new material will only appear here.

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A Little About My Father:

My father emigrated to Canada with his family from Croatia at about the age of seven. His family took on a homestead up Sudbury, Ontario way, and made a living there through the great depression.

My father loved school, and yearned to continue his schooling past grade eight, but that was not on. He had to leave school to make a living -- trapping, mining, whatever. Eventually, he and his made their way to Toronto -- the big smoke in Canada.

My father was built like a brick shit-house; he was a sturdy guy, unlike scrawny me. My father was a guy who could clear an acre of Canadian bush before breakfast, have it tilled and planted before lunchtime, with the plants sprouting before dinnertime.

Jesus H. Christ!-- a guy like my father ought to have lived forever!