postimages.org is up, but I just checked i.postimg.cc, which is the URL for uploaded images, and it seems to be down.
That's why we can't see the photos in this thread.
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25 October 2023, 09:16 PM
big al
Ah, now I see the images.
I agree about the first being a reamer. I think the second may be a tubing flaring tool, but it it is, the mating piece to clamp the tubing is not present.
Big Al
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26 October 2023, 02:43 PM
wtg
I think we have a winner! As soon as I read Big Al's description to Mr wtg, he not only agreed, but said he thinks the other part of the tool may be in a toolbox that we haven't gone through yet. He even described it, down to the wing nuts...
-------------------------------- When the world wearies and society ceases to satisfy, there is always the garden - Minnie Aumônier
28 October 2023, 10:10 AM
wtg
The other part of the pipe flaring tool:
How to flare tubing:
We don't have the double flaring attachments.
-------------------------------- When the world wearies and society ceases to satisfy, there is always the garden - Minnie Aumônier
28 October 2023, 10:22 AM
wtg
Twenty-five or thirty years ago, we scavenged a bunch of stuff from an old two flat that had been in the family of Mr wtg's former co-worker for almost a hundred years. Here's the house at 1923 N Howe in Chicago. It looked nothing like this when we saw it in the late 1980s/early 1990s.
The family patriarch was a man named Max Haidl, who also had a son named Max J Haidl.
The family was big on putting their name or initials on their belongings. We found monogrammed bath and hand towels, and one or the other of the Maxes seemed to be big on marking his work tools.
Next tool, probably not much of a challenge to identify. But when I opened the box and saw Max's name and the date scrawled inside, I felt like I was holding a little bit of someone's life in my hands.
The obits for father and son. Note that Max Sr. was waked at home:
