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A Lesson in Wood Shavings


On a cold February day,  my son Luke and I set out to make an ax handle. In the process, we received an unexpected lesson.  In a world with Home Depot and Amazon, we give little thought to buying the things we need.  The things we need are always at our fingertips, or at most a short drive or two days shipping away.  However, there are still a few things out there that you can’t get by just clicking a button and a handle for an old ax is one of them.  So we took a page out of our ancestors book, and when we needed something we made it from what was available.  The ax was special to us, as it had belonged to an older gentleman that had lived near us.  When he would walk by our house he would sometimes stop and talk and we always listened.  One time while we were splitting wood he stopped and told us all about how he used to split wood just like we were doing. As sad as we were about his passing, we happily purchased the ax at his estate sale along with a few other of his prized items.  The ax was small with a short handle. It split well, and was easy to carry along in the woods.  The day it broke, we were crushed,  so on this cold February day, we set out to make something truly homemade.  In the garage, we found a scrap piece of black walnut that was the right size.  We began by tracing the shape of the old handle onto the walnut.  We also added a center line for reference.  We clamped the wood in the vise, and went to work with our old draw knife,  also acquired at an estate sale.  It became apparent that this was not going to be a quick job, and as the work went on, I began to think of how much more careful our ancestors must have been with their tools.  When an errant swing could cost you a half a day of work, I bet you focus a whole lot harder on your task.  We also knew that the next time we used this ax we would have the same type of focus.

As the wood peeled off with each stroke of the draw knife, and the shavings piled up on the floor, the handle slowly took shape.  We often paused to hold the handle, because how it felt in our hands was important, and how it felt became just as important as how it looked.  We could imagine our ancestors doing the same, since this was a custom piece made to fit only our hands.  It was now our tool, not some generic thing from Lowe’s.



The more we worked, the slower we went. We put so much time and effort into getting the handle to take shape that we wanted it to come out perfect.  This was another lesson in craftsmanship that has been lost today.  As we painstakingly carved the handle to fit the ax head,  my son Luke came up with a great idea to put a spent casing from our rifle in the handle, now the ax would most certainly be one of a kind.



In the end, we hand-crafted a beautiful ax handle, that we will never forget making.  We also found that we had a greater appreciation for our forefathers, and how hard they worked for simple things.  It was nice to take a break from today’s world, escape the “screens” for a few hours, and do something that felt worthy of our effort.


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Firewood the story of the Holzhaufen


Years ago when I was a kid, my parents installed a wood stove in our house.  We always had a fireplace but this was just a bit different. For one, it actually heated the house.  I’m sure it offset our heating bill in some way, but I was too young to care about that.  What I cared about was all the wood.  My dad would bring it home in the trunk of his car or we would have some logs dumped on the lawn if they were trimming trees in the area.  From the first strike of the sledge hammer onto the wedge I was hooked.  There was something about splitting wood that called to me.  Even when we were at my grandmother’s house in the country for the summer, I would look for opportunities to split wood.

When I finally bought my own home I knew I wanted to heat with wood.  It took me a few years, but I finally found my opening to get our first wood stove.  We had a very cold, snowy winter one year and the power went out often and when the power was out, our furnace didn’t work.  The very next winter my wife was pregnant and I suggested that  we get a wood stove in case the power goes out to keep the baby warm.  Our first stove was an old oval barrel stove with a top that opened to load it.  We bought split wood and stacked it on our porch, but this did not feed my desire to cut my own wood.  The next year, I ordered my first tri-axle load of logs which is around 8 cords of wood, give or take. I was in wood heaven.


I even got to buy a chainsaw, talk about awesome! I enjoyed it so much that I would order two tri-axle loads of wood a year, burn one, and sell the other. It helped us heat the house basically for free, except my labor.  I eventually bought a better saw, a Husqvarna 365 special. I was in love. Oddly, splitting wood to clears my mind.  After several years, even I got tired of splitting so much wood, but I refused to own a wood splitter and still don’t.  I eventually scaled back to one tri-axle load per year, but this left me with some free time and led to my new obsession the Holzhaufen.  The Holzhaufen or Holz for short is a way that they stack wood in Germany. It literally means “woodpile”.  It dries wood much faster and there is no need for a tarp or shed, plus they are beautiful.12107867_10204290066405957_7282361856006673061_n

Whenever you can make this pile of wood look like the pictures below you know you are onto something.

They are made by stacking wood in a circle, and once the circle is complete you fill the center with wood stacked vertically.  This creates a chimney effect and dries the wood quickly.  The top is stacked with the bark out to shed rain.  They are most beautiful in the winter with a fresh coating of snow on them.


They make stacking firewood seem like an artistic pursuit, as opposed to a chore.  Each one holds about 1.5 cords of wood so its easy to tell if you have enough for winter.  The first year that I built them, they were the talk of the town,  and people would stop and take pictures.  Now they are just a landmark when people give directions.  I think I will always stack wood this way. Constructing one is like doing a puzzle.  Your mind is totally engaged with what you are doing.  Every knot must be stacked to the outside.  I believe it is a perfect way to give tribute to the firewood that I love so much.