This is my very favourite hammer in the whole wide world. Ok, so there may well be one that I’d like more somewhere but I haven’t come accross it yet.
When I was young, my Dad let me use a small brass anvil that his Dad had used as a paperweight & this here hammer, & I banged scraps of copper & tin cans, heating them up with a candle (hmm - no health & safety regulations in my bedroom!) hoping that one day I may be able to melt something together! (I never did) So I have fond weekend memories of this hammer.
When I left home & went to college, my Dad actually GAVE me this hammer - which is really kind of him as it’s also his own favourite hammer. He often asks after it, & when I was moving house recently he saw it & told me again that it’s his favourite hammer & that he misses it. I did offer to give it back to him, but he refused… (phew!)
I don’t know really what makes it so special - maybe its something in the weight of it, the way it taps, its delicate head & its bumps & bruises. It’s obviously a hammer with history & has been well-loved & well-used in the past.
Maybe one day I’ll be able to pass it down to someone who loves it as much as my Dad & I do!
