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I got tired of not being able to share this article with my friends around the world. I tore out and saved this one page from my Newsweek magazine in 1995. It was published just after I had taken my first woodworking class. The internet tells me that Newsweek plans to make their entire archive digital and available to the public, but since they haven’t gotten to it yet, I typed this article out so people can enjoy it now.



The Romance of Old Tools

Worn-In Jointers and Planes Manifest the Highest Aspirations of My Art

Newsweek magazine, My Turn section

September 18, 1995, by Chris Cernich


I HAD BEEN A PRACTICING WOODWORKER FOR MORE THAN seven years before I learned what tools were really about. Last year, back at my childhood home in Colorado, I visited an uncle I hadn’t seen for more than a decade. He was fighting the final stages of lung cancer; visits, though welcome, were physically demanding for him, so I took along my portfolio to show him what I had been up to in recent years – something that would not require much active effort from him.

A weekend woodworker long before he married into my father’s family, he was overjoyed to find that the gene had somehow jumped blood lines to another generation. He commandeered my portfolio and insisted that his son take me into the workshop to view the legacy he would soon be passing on to him: an old handbrace and some 30 aged wood-boring auger bits, all lovingly wrapped in an old cotton bundle.

These were the tools my uncle had inherited from his father, one of the first carpenters to settle in this Colorado community. Long ago, these tools had built much of this town. They were still used as recently as the previous summer, when my uncle and cousin built a new garage. For my uncle, these were among the most meaningful artifacts of his entire 80 years: they were the only direct connection my uncle had with his late father, and the most intimate communication my cousin would be able to maintain with either of them. When my cousin held the brace, he was holding his past, joining hands through time with his father and his grandfather.


I have never known a woodworker who didn’t have at least one antiquated or obsolete tool. I still use several hand planes and a brass fire extinguisher that are older than I am. Listening to my cousin’s reverent account of childhood walks through town to survey his grandfather’s workmanship, I began to understand why out-of-date tools so fascinate those of us who work with our hands, why they become cherished favorites even in shops overflowing with the latest technological innovations.


Tools help us fashion the physical world into a place where we want to live. With them, we create places that are warm and inviting. They give credence to the notion that the world serves us, shelters us, manifests our fears and displays our triumphs. The gods of the ancient world, endowed with powers over nature, were each identified with a specific tool – Neptune with the trident, Vulcan with the forge, Thor with the hammer; Jesus of Nazareth was a carpenter. Tools let us play at being gods. When we make the world conform to our ideas of how it should look or feel, we come very close to remaking the world in our own image.


A friend who teaches 17th-century British literature owns several tiny books printed during that era. They are the primary research tools of his field, but he has never used them as such. Instead, they are displayed atop a bookcase in his study – visible evidence that the period really did exist, and enduring reminders of a world to which he has dedicated his career. For much the same reason, another friend displays in his medical office a set of scientific manuals printed in 1886. He inherited them when he took over the practice of an older physician. They have little use short of showing procedures for applying leeches.


I took up woodworking when I entered graduate school because I couldn’t afford the furniture I wanted. I stayed with it through my dissertation on American literature because my efforts in the wood shop produced comparatively tangible results. Though most of the furniture I design today will outlast me, all of it will be assaulted by sunlight, fire, teething puppies, small children or adults too heavy for its joinery. But time and hard use will not diminish a tool. Old, worn, still-working tools manifest the highest aspirations of my art in ways that even the best of my creations cannot. I don’t think in these terms every time I pick up a chisel, of course. But I sense the significance, as can any visitor to my shop, in the character of my older tools, in the grip or thumbhold patiently worn to the exact fit of the craftsman’s hand. There is a tactile delight in shaving with a well-tuned plane. There is a deep resonance in shaving with one of my old planes, held by hands I’ve never known, used for the same reasons I use it now. And there is deeper resonance in tools whose use reanimates a past otherwise inaccessible.


When I left the cooperative shop where I first worked to open my own shop, my father sent me a six-inch Atlas jointer. He had bought it in the early ‘50s when, just back from the Geologic Survey in Alaska and flush with funds, he had set up his own rudimentary workshop in the chicken coop at his parents’ home. The jointer is too small for most of the work I do, and it rattles almost uncontrollably when it’s not under load. The noise, even at the smallest depth of cut, terrifies my dog.


I can now afford a bigger, better jointer, yet I remain loyal to this one. Every time I use it, I can relive that moment when, at 5 or 6 years old, exploring the dark jungle of bicycle parts and old bedsprings in the aging barn behind my parents’ house, I first came upon this rusting, incongruous hulk. It was my first brush with my profession; using this joiner now revives in me the sense of wonder with which I began.


One of my best planes is handmade from an African rosewood and holds a Japanese steel bimetal iron. At some point in the future it will be my son’s or daughter’s or nephew’s favorite heirloom; I can already tell, because it is so thoroughly invested with the oils of my hands and the aura of my work. But it is not my favorite, because it is still too new. It hasn’t seen what my old, anonymous metal planes have seen; it hasn’t had the impact on generations and lives that they’ve had. And it will need years to soak up as much personal and family and human history as my most recently acquired tool – the jointing plane my uncle pulled from his own collection and sent to me in the evening after my visit, a few hours before he died.


ChrisCernichCERNICH designs and builds custom furniture in Ann Arbor, Mich.


Before last week I had never even touched a post-hole digger. I knew that putting a fence in my backyard would be tough, but I had no idea how tough it would be. I fully expected that the worst part would be digging the holes, and I expected it to be really, really hard. I started in with a traditional post-hole digger. Ug. I knew digging a 36” deep hole would be a huge amount of work, and it was WAY worse that I had imagined even in my worst-case scenario. I had originally thought I would be able to do more than one hole in a day easily, but I was completely spent after my first one. Only 26 left to dig.

While I was gearing up for a month of punishment, my wife went online, did a search for “post hole digger”, and found the Bull Digger. We couldn’t find much info on it that didn’t come from the manufacturer, so I was reluctant to take a $70 gamble; but the website, and especially the video, were pretty convincing. Besides, if it worked even half as well for me as it did in the video I would be WAY ahead of a traditional post-hole digger. I ordered my Bull Digger, and it arrived the next day (we both live in PA).

The amazing Bull Digger post-hole digger
40 inches of earth-drilling glory.

I LOVE my Bull Digger. The first hole I dug took me only 25 minutes, compared to the 90 minutes with a traditional post-hole digger. You still have to work with the Bull Digger, but it is SO much easier.

The way it works is you twist the tines back and forth while the hose from your shop-vac sucks up all the dirt. It’s great that the vac does all the dirt lifting for you, and it has the nice side effect of making for clean working conditions. I don’t mind getting dirty mind you, but I’m not going to complain if I stay clean.

I think that the Bull Digger is like a traditional post-hole digger only in the end product. The experience of using the Bull Digger is so different that I like to think of it more like an earth drill. In fact, with the hum of the shop vac in the background, I feel like a jet-powered hole-making machine.

Me with my awesome new Bull Digger!
How often do you see someone this happy about doing yard work?

Here’s my method of using the Bull Digger:

I start with a traditional shovel to mark my spot, and cut through the roots in the first 3 inches of soil. Then I dive in with the Bull Digger. I have found that when I am drilling a hole I tend to undercut myself, so I move around the hole while I work to keep it straight, and I periodically check the straightness of the hole with the handle of my shovel. I have to empty my shop vac three times per 36 inch hole, and I have found that it is pretty easy to separate the topsoil by just emptying the vac right as I get to the end of the soil layer. I put a little piece of duct tape at the 36 inch mark on my Bull Digger so I knew when I had gone deep enough without having to measure each time.

One of the things that I really like about this tool is that it is the perfect example of the American Dream. When I called to place my order, the guy who answered the phone was Tom Menna, the guy who invented the Bull Digger. I love to support everyday people with great ideas. It’s a lot of work to get a good product made and to the market, and I’m very happy to help out with my wallet. I got to have a nice chat with Tom, and he told me that although he did have a batch of Bull Diggers made overseas, he is currently getting set up in Johnstown PA so that he can keep jobs in his own area.

I love the Bull Digger, and I can’t recommend it highly enough. It makes a colossally difficult job into a manageable one. After using the Bull Digger, I will never touch a traditional post-hole digger again if I can help it.