The following article was
originally published in
No. 22, Winter 1989.
by Jack Warner
There is a suspicion in the minds of some woodworkers that
people who spend most of their time at the lathe have forsaken
real work in favor of instant gratification, dallying in a
world of flash and filigree.
Let me tell you about this instant gratification business.
Sunday, 11:30 am.
Opened up a plastic trash bag resident
in the garage since two kind friends brought it to me from
North Carolina at least two months ago. The large object in
it is supposed to be a burl from a birch tree. The percussive
effects in my lower back confirm the size; it weighs at least
50 pounds. Can't tell yet how much of it is burl; the cut
face is fully oxidized and covered with mold.
Deposit wood on workbench, cut face up; prop
it to stability with scrap chunks, run the portable planer
over it a few times. The wood revealed is lovely.