Alan D.
I extend my condolences on the loss of your father. My dad died in 1988, I was 37 years of age, married, 2 kids, and had my degree and Professional Engineer's license and had been in the workforce as an engineer for 16 years and had a good career in progress. Despite all of this I took my Dad's death quite hard and to this day, miss him and miss his wisdom and insight.
Like your late father, I am also a mechanical engineer, though I seem to do more civil engineering in 'retirement' than mechanical engineering. Like your father, I appreciate and accumulate fine tools as well as machine tools and plenty more- welding equipment, blacksmithing, woodworking, rigging, and mechanic's tools.
My children have a respect and appreciation for my life's work, but no real interest in it. Our oldest child is our daughter, age 37, and she is high functioning autistic. She works 5 days a week doing receptionist and clerical work, and lives in a supervised apartment. Our younger child is our son, age 34, a freshly minted lawyer specializing in immigration and labor law. He knows what fine tools are, knows the work I've done, and the responsibilities I took absolutely seriously in my work. Our son is quite happy to ride a 1978 BMW R 100/7 motorcycle, a sister to my own 1978 R 100/7 when he is at home for a visit. He has a box of the 'real' Craftsman mechanic's hand tools and other good US made hand tools like Williams adjustable wrenches, some Proto, some Mac, Mayhew, and even a few odd tools I forged, tempered and machined just so he can use tools his father made. Our son has a deep empathy for working people, and an appreciation of what skilled work entails. Will he want any of my tools and machinery when I am no longer able to use them ? Probably not. He travels light, lives in apartments, and has very different interests and pastimes. He likes to work on his bicycle (don't ask me the specific type, it's a new one with disc brakes and working suspension). He often takes 50-60 mile bicycle rides, downhill skiis in winter, hikes, and is constantly reading and studying and learning and exploring the world's people, political landscapes and much else.
I have 7 long guns and 5 sidearms as well as reloading equipment. Our son knows how to safely handle firearms and has no problem with people hunting for food, or sport shooting. He supports the Second Amendment (talk about someone who knows the US Constitution inside out and upside down). Will he want my firearms and reloading equipment ? He might take my old 'all steel' Model 94 Winchester and my old Ithaca 37 12 gauge shotgun, but chances are the rest will have to be re-homed along with the machine tools, blacksmith shop and machinists' tools. He will get my large Gerstner wooden chest and maybe keep a mike, square and a few odds and ends as keepsakes. Yes, our son knows the name L.S. Starrett and can read a 'real' mike, has been able to since he was about 8 years old and asked to turn all four wheels for a "Pinewood Derby" car (Cubscout project) to the same diameter and good tread flatness. He knows how to rig a load and knows how to use a pinch bar and rollers to move a load, can use a chainsaw, split wood with a maul, and run a tractor. He can drive a manual shift vehicle and prefers it to an automatic except in heavy traffic. He is also a great cook, and has a sandwich and bacon press I made him (milling out 'large profile diamond plate, forged steel handle brackets, and a chunk of cutoff sledge handle for the handle). I am forging him some kitchen knives from truck spring leaf material, making the rivets from scrap stainless and bronze, and scrap micarta for the handle 'scales'.
Us old engineers are a different breed than many people, I think. We take pleasure in making real things, in working accurately, in running as much math in our heads as we can, and on it goes. I tried to instill some of that in our son, and he has at gotten something of a work ethic and sense of what real work is and what responsibility is about. From my wife and her mother, our son got a sense of justice, ethics, and living an upright life. I had some influence in these areas, but I hand the bulk of the credit off to my wife and her late mother.
Our son may never run an engine lathe or mill, though he does like to do a bit of work at the forge. Where and what will become of my tools and machine tools and what-all else is in the hands of my heirs when that time comes. My instruction is simple: call our nephew, who is like another son to me, and is a CNC machinist apprentice, call some of my bros from the area, and let them loose to pick over my shop, office library, and all else. Knowing this will all go (hopefully) into the hands of people who knew me and had some feelings for me and may tell a "Joe Michaels story" or two when they pick up those tools or step up to one of the lathes or mills or grinders is reward beyond the few bucks the tools might fetch at sale. That is the price or value I put on my stuff.
Years ago, a widow who was a friend of one of my bros called him up. Her husband, a Swiss immigrant toolmaker, had died a couple of years previous to that call. He had left his shop, in the 4 car garage of their house, intact, dying suddenly. The couple were childless and apparently had no relatives or anyone else in mind to pass along the contents of the shop to. The widow called some used machinery dealers. These guys came, hemmed, hawed, and offered little and apparently told the widow, who knew nothing about the work and the shop's contents, how little the shop was worth and what trouble it was going to be to move it out and sell it. The widow chased off the dealers and let the shop sit for another year or so, and finally called my bro. She knew he was involved in restoring a steam locomotive and handy with tools. She asked if he was interested in purchasing the contents of her husband's shop in its entirety. She had no idea what was in there, and my bro had a very vague glimpse of it years earlier. My bro said he could pull 4 more of us together, and we'd throw a grand apiece in the pot, totalling 5 grand. Widow said OK. We went down to the widow's place with pickup trucks, rigging equipment and hand tools. We got the doors open and it was Aladdin's Cave. There were:
(1) Bridgeport, variable speed head, 9" x 42" table, fully tooled, X axis power feed
(2) Taiwanese Bridgeport Clones, step cone pulley heads, same as above
(1) 12" Troyke rotary table
(1) Sanford surface grinder
(1) Southbend 'heavy' 10" lathe, taper attachment, long taper spindle
(1) Southbend 10K lathe, fully tooled, scraping crisp on all surfaces
(1) old Craftsman US made floor drill press
(1) Powermatic band saw with gearbox to allow cutting wood and metal
(1) set of steel flat drawers, filled with end mills, horizontal milling machine cutters, twist drills, taper shank drills, taps, dies from 0-80 to over 1" and pipe taps,
Greenlee (old style) tap wrenches and diestocks, drill rod, ground flat stock, hex keys, 'truarc retaining rings' in bulk quantities, dowel pins, socket head screws,
reamers, taper pin reamers, counterbores, and lots more. We had to unload most of the contents to move this set of drawers.
(1) Powermatic carbide tool grinder
granite surface plates, vernier height gauges, dial indicators including Swiss made reading in 0.0001", parallels, micrometers, inside mike sets to 30" diameter,
magnetic bases for indicators, surface gauges, squares (solid head and combination), and lots more. Most of the tools were Starrett, some Brown and Sharpe,
some Mitutoyo
(2) old and not abused US made machinist bench vises (believe 4" or 4 1/2" jaw)
The late Swiss toolmaker had keeled over clearing snow to get to a 'funicular' (a railcar pulled up an incline by a cable). When winter set in, the driveway was impassable with any rubber tired vehicle, maybe with ice chains in 4 WD, but still dicey. The toolmaker, remembering his Swiss heritage, had built a kind of monorail up the side of his driveway and had a 110 volt winch at the head of it to pull the car up. The car had bench seats for two people and a box for groceries or parcels. We knew the loadout of the machine tools had to happen on a dry day. We rented a box truck with lift gate and automatic transmission (A lifesaver backing it up that driveway). We loaded out the machine tools and got them to our homes in about 12 hours flat out.
Hans, to gain US citizenship, had served in the US Army in the 1950's. Somewhere along the line, he'd acquired an M1 Garand rifle. His widow sold it to me as we were about to leave with the load of shop contents. It was made at Springfield Arsenal in August, 1941, all "SA" stamped parts, excellent condition and beautiful bore.
I gave that rifle to another of my bros who had been a USMC gunnery sergeant. 2 tours in Vietnam as a platoon sergeant, scout sniper and tunnel rat (he was one of the smallest Marines the Corps ever had). My bro went thru Boot Camp with the M-1 and was a small arms instructor between tours in Vietnam, so treasures that M1.
Knowing where something like tools, firearms, books and other stuff comes from makes it more special than any dollar value, I think. Treasure your father's tools if you have room for them. I wear my own father's last Carhartt coat on occasion when doing outdoor work. I use woodworking and plumbing tools that were my father's and have his architecture, drafting, and other texts on my shelves. This sort of thing is a tangible link to special people in our lives.