My big cannon barrel.
Posted 13 March 2011 - 09:22 PM
P.S. A great place to get materal is a salvage yard. This is a piece of cylinder rod and I got it for .25 per Lb.
Posted 15 March 2011 - 11:18 PM
Posted 16 March 2011 - 12:10 PM
Posted 16 March 2011 - 09:53 PM
I have pics of 1800s drawings but would have to scale it down. It has radiuses and bumps that complicate the job.. If you don't weld it up than you have to bore it out! My lathe is 13x30 & the bar is 27" long. It's going to be a real trick to drill/bore it out.
Posted 17 March 2011 - 02:31 PM
Posted 18 March 2011 - 12:39 AM
That was 30 years ago. AH.... The good old days. On another lathe that was larger and 22' long we'd put the same molds in and bore them out. They had to be tapered so we set the steady rest off center to get that taper. On a 1 1/2 hr long cut (3rd shift) you'd fall asleep and some times the mold would work it's way out of the chuck and BAM BAM BAM BOOM ! it would land on the ways... Oh! We had a couple of rail road ties setting accross the ways so it was OK but it would really wake you up!
jftool - shred Thanks I'll check out the plans you mentioned!
Posted 19 March 2011 - 05:09 PM
Posted 08 April 2011 - 01:32 AM
Two weeks every year production in the foundry would shut down and the foundry employees would take vacation. During that time the maintenance department, of which the machine shop was a part, would overhaul major pieces of equipment. Everyone worked hard 16 hrs a day Monday through Saturday and 8 on Sunday if needed. At every area and at every machine we had a water line, compressed air line, and natural gas line for heat in the winter.
During one shutdown one employ (nick named “Preacher”) who was bad to play practical jokes on everyone had been working on some job and returned to his work area in the shop to find two guys looking under the tool cabinets in his area. As he approached they walked off talking to each other and still looking back under the tool cabinet. Preacher put down his tools and looked under the cabinets and turned to me, I was about 30 feet away, and said “come look at this great big rat. This foundry was right next to a major river so rats were no big surprise and since I was pretty tired I ignored him. I didn’t know it, but the two guys had found a big blob of DuctSeal which was made from putty like stuff with what looked like hair mixed in it. It was the perfect substance to make a real looking rat out of. Preacher thought a while and said “I’ll run him out of there with this broom. He slammed that broom under the tool cabinet and ran it back and forth a few times. After he looked under there again he turned to me and said “That rat didn’t even move”. Again I ignored him. After thinking for a minute or two he said “I’m goin to gas him out” and pulled the gas line off his heater (it was summer so it wasn’t on) and stuck it under the cabinet and let it run a while. And guess what! That rat didn’t even move a whisker… He said to himself “I’ll burn him out” and lit a piece of news paper and threw it under the cabinet.
WELL!...... there was a gigantic BOOM! The cabinet hit the 20ft ceiling and came crashing down throwing tools all over the place. The preacher was OK cause it blew him back out of the way and burned off his mustache, eye brows, and a lot of his hair. Otherwise he was OK. Ahhhhh the good old days…..
Posted 09 April 2011 - 03:41 AM
I worked in that foundry for 15 years before I got to move to the machine shop. It was a very hot, dusty, noisy, dangerous place. Every dept. had it own phone and connected to each phone was a loud speaker they called a squawk box. You could hear a phone ring all the way across the foundry. While working in the foundry I worked for a foreman we’ll call C.O. He was the type of boss that would ride you as long as you would let him and would only back off after you had a nose to nose screaming, yelling fit with him. After that he’d back off for two or three weeks and then it would start all over again. He did a lot of the employees the same way, one of which was a guy nick named “Paddle Foot”. C.O. had a habit of sitting in a chair in the middle of his department and watching all the employees. When the plant manager would call he’d get up and walk over to the phone, answer it, and go back and sit down.
One day Paddle Foot decided to ring the phone in C.O.’s dept just to make him get up and answer it. Paddle Foot wouldn’t say anything but just hang up. He had been doing this three or four times a day for about a week when C.O. noticed that every time the phone would ring he’d see Paddle Foot looking at him, from across the foundry, laughing. The phone Paddle Foot used was not in direct line of sight with C.O.’s phone. So C.O. never actually saw Paddle Foot place a call. After Paddle Foot had been making him play jumping jacks for a while, C.O. went over to him and chewed him out for ringing the phone and hanging up and threatened to fire him if he was ever caught calling. Paddle Foot just laughed at him and denied it and took it as a challenge to continue. This went on for a couple of months but C.O. could never catch Paddle Foot making a call. At times C.O. would go to answer the phone and then run at full speed around a big row of equipment and try to catch Paddle Foot on the phone. What C.O. didn’t know was that I could and would see him coming and warn Paddle Foot to hang up and get busy doing something. C.O. never did caught Paddle Foot on the phone.. After C.O. enlisted another foreman to watch Paddle Foot, he finely got scared that he would be caught and stopped calling. SOOOOO, I took up the challenge. I worked in the middle of four machines. I could unplug some of the lights and it would be so dark that I could stand there and not be seen. I quickly decided to step up the assault. I wrote down the number of every phone that I could see from my position and C.O. could not walk by one anywhere in the plant without it ringing. Then I discovered conference calling. I would ring every phone in the entire plant, being careful not to do so when there was any other foreman in sight. Have you ever watched the opening scène in the move "The Omega Man" with Charlton Heston…… “THERE IS NO PHONE RINGING. DAMIT”
AHHHHHHH the good old days!
P.S. After reading this it does seem kind a mean! But it was a blast to do and he deserved it.
One last shot! When employees would retire someone would run a list and take up money for a going away gift. The list would contain people’s names and how much they gave.($5 or $10 ect.) When someone came around with a list for C.O. the sheet was about full of name so I used a large red marker to write my name 2 lines high and put "2 CENTS" beside it. I said "Make sure he gets it" Sometimes the good old days weren't so good.
Posted 29 June 2012 - 04:39 AM
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