*sighs, wipes away tears* Brings back memories. My grandfather had an Edison (in the room next to his office, which ironically always had the latest tech in it) and I spent many happy hours growing up drawing on the floor of his study or at his nearby drafting table making blueprints for his woodworking projects or patent submissions, listening to music on "The Edison".
He had this song, possibly even the same album.
My uncle got the Edison when Grandpa died, and my mom got the Victrola. She still listens to the Victrola, but I don't know what my uncle did with the Edison. I'm tempted call him up and see if he's willing to sell it to me, now.
Your grampa sounds a bit like my grampa. He was more the tinkerer than the engineer, if you get me, but was very good with the antique clocks & such. Quite the do-it-yourselfer. He died when I was only six, but I remember him very clearly. I spent a lot of time in that workshop.
My grandpa's day job was teaching wood and metal shop in the high school. He had a small bike repair shop on the side, where he also sold candles that he made. His evenings he would spend in his shop working on his little inventions. If it was too cold, he would be inside watching TV with my grandma making latchhook rugs, researching in his study, or practicing magic tricks (what most of his inventions were for). The man's hands were always busy. I was fortunate that he was glad to teach me how to use all the tools in his shop and he let me use them from a young age. When my grandmother died, he gave the house to my uncle and moved South to their Florida summer home. He gave me his drafting table and all his other art tools and supplies because I had gotten accepted into art school, and because I was really the only one who knew how to use them. My brother got all his engineering books and some tools because he was working on getting a scholarship for aerospace engineering. I credit him with my lifelong love of learning and my DIY mindset.
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Brings back memories. My grandfather had an Edison (in the room next to his office, which ironically always had the latest tech in it) and I spent many happy hours growing up drawing on the floor of his study or at his nearby drafting table making blueprints for his woodworking projects or patent submissions, listening to music on "The Edison".
He had this song, possibly even the same album.
My uncle got the Edison when Grandpa died, and my mom got the Victrola. She still listens to the Victrola, but I don't know what my uncle did with the Edison. I'm tempted call him up and see if he's willing to sell it to me, now.
I credit him with my lifelong love of learning and my DIY mindset.