The Whole Garage Catalogue: A Stanley 382a Block Plane, Maybe

Saturday, July 28, 2012

A Stanley 382a Block Plane, Maybe

I found one example of this exact plane at the website of an outfit known as Rose Tools Inc. The '382a' model number doesn't appear anywhere on this plane, so I can't be certain of that model number. I'll assume that Rose Tools knows what they're talking about.

On the plane's base it says, "MADE IN USA". On the 1 5/16" wide blade it says, "DEFIANCE by Stanley MADE IN CAN No. 1248".

This plane has an unfortunate problem; the blade-clamp's threaded stud is broken, with part of it seized in the iron cap's female thread, like so.

That will be a challenging fault to rectify. This can go on my 'work-in-progress' shelf for me to attend to.

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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!