End Grain: Past Imperfect
By Robert W. Lang
I spend a lot of time looking at antique furniture, often from below. My interest is pieces made about 100 years ago, from the Arts & Crafts period of the early 20th century. I share a passion with those who collect these pieces, but I look at them with a different eye. The lines and proportions draw me in, and I appreciate the rarity and value. But my mind isn’t on the dollar value of any particular piece; I’m out to connect with the guy who made it way back when.
On tours of old houses I hold up the group by crawling under things for a closer look. At museums I set off alarms by getting too close or reaching out to touch when the guard is distracted. My fascination is with how these things go together, and I wonder what constraints of time, money and resources the original maker had to contend with. It’s a reality check against the overload of information in print and online. It’s one thing to read about how things should be done and quite another to look at the tangible legacy of someone’s work.
My favorite moments are when I discover something that only a woodworker would recognize, details that fly over the head of the collector or curator. Building furniture involves compromise; the material and tools don’t always cooperate, and the mind of the cabinetmaker isn’t always as sharp as his chisels.
We strive for perfection, but when it escapes us we have decisions to make. As we build, each part becomes more valuable. Each dovetail, mortise or tenon cut in a piece of wood is an investment of time. When things don’t work out, a painful choice must be made: Scrap the investment and start over or try to fix it so no one will know?
I’m no stranger to those choices, and when I look at old work I don’t search for flaws, but now and then I come across one. Recently I was lying on the floor, pointing my camera up to record how a drawer was built and how it slid in and out of a cabinet. On my way out from under, I noticed a bump in a back leg, just below where a side rail connected. I took a closer look and realized what I was seeing.
On this piece, a side panel sat in a groove in the square leg. Below the panel, a rail joined the leg with a tenon. The mortise is in the groove, a deeper portion at the end. The bump I saw was in line with the panel, and I knew that the original builder had made a classic woodworking mistake.
From the December 2012 issue #201
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