I got tired of not being able to share this article with my friends around the world. I tore out and saved this one page from my Newsweek magazine in 1995. It was published just after I had taken my first woodworking class. The internet tells me that Newsweek plans to make their entire archive digital and available to the public, but since they haven’t gotten to it yet, I typed this article out so people can enjoy it now.



The Romance of Old Tools

Worn-In Jointers and Planes Manifest the Highest Aspirations of My Art

Newsweek magazine, My Turn section

September 18, 1995, by Chris Cernich


I HAD BEEN A PRACTICING WOODWORKER FOR MORE THAN seven years before I learned what tools were really about. Last year, back at my childhood home in Colorado, I visited an uncle I hadn’t seen for more than a decade. He was fighting the final stages of lung cancer; visits, though welcome, were physically demanding for him, so I took along my portfolio to show him what I had been up to in recent years – something that would not require much active effort from him.

A weekend woodworker long before he married into my father’s family, he was overjoyed to find that the gene had somehow jumped blood lines to another generation. He commandeered my portfolio and insisted that his son take me into the workshop to view the legacy he would soon be passing on to him: an old handbrace and some 30 aged wood-boring auger bits, all lovingly wrapped in an old cotton bundle.

These were the tools my uncle had inherited from his father, one of the first carpenters to settle in this Colorado community. Long ago, these tools had built much of this town. They were still used as recently as the previous summer, when my uncle and cousin built a new garage. For my uncle, these were among the most meaningful artifacts of his entire 80 years: they were the only direct connection my uncle had with his late father, and the most intimate communication my cousin would be able to maintain with either of them. When my cousin held the brace, he was holding his past, joining hands through time with his father and his grandfather.


I have never known a woodworker who didn’t have at least one antiquated or obsolete tool. I still use several hand planes and a brass fire extinguisher that are older than I am. Listening to my cousin’s reverent account of childhood walks through town to survey his grandfather’s workmanship, I began to understand why out-of-date tools so fascinate those of us who work with our hands, why they become cherished favorites even in shops overflowing with the latest technological innovations.


Tools help us fashion the physical world into a place where we want to live. With them, we create places that are warm and inviting. They give credence to the notion that the world serves us, shelters us, manifests our fears and displays our triumphs. The gods of the ancient world, endowed with powers over nature, were each identified with a specific tool – Neptune with the trident, Vulcan with the forge, Thor with the hammer; Jesus of Nazareth was a carpenter. Tools let us play at being gods. When we make the world conform to our ideas of how it should look or feel, we come very close to remaking the world in our own image.


A friend who teaches 17th-century British literature owns several tiny books printed during that era. They are the primary research tools of his field, but he has never used them as such. Instead, they are displayed atop a bookcase in his study – visible evidence that the period really did exist, and enduring reminders of a world to which he has dedicated his career. For much the same reason, another friend displays in his medical office a set of scientific manuals printed in 1886. He inherited them when he took over the practice of an older physician. They have little use short of showing procedures for applying leeches.


I took up woodworking when I entered graduate school because I couldn’t afford the furniture I wanted. I stayed with it through my dissertation on American literature because my efforts in the wood shop produced comparatively tangible results. Though most of the furniture I design today will outlast me, all of it will be assaulted by sunlight, fire, teething puppies, small children or adults too heavy for its joinery. But time and hard use will not diminish a tool. Old, worn, still-working tools manifest the highest aspirations of my art in ways that even the best of my creations cannot. I don’t think in these terms every time I pick up a chisel, of course. But I sense the significance, as can any visitor to my shop, in the character of my older tools, in the grip or thumbhold patiently worn to the exact fit of the craftsman’s hand. There is a tactile delight in shaving with a well-tuned plane. There is a deep resonance in shaving with one of my old planes, held by hands I’ve never known, used for the same reasons I use it now. And there is deeper resonance in tools whose use reanimates a past otherwise inaccessible.


When I left the cooperative shop where I first worked to open my own shop, my father sent me a six-inch Atlas jointer. He had bought it in the early ‘50s when, just back from the Geologic Survey in Alaska and flush with funds, he had set up his own rudimentary workshop in the chicken coop at his parents’ home. The jointer is too small for most of the work I do, and it rattles almost uncontrollably when it’s not under load. The noise, even at the smallest depth of cut, terrifies my dog.


I can now afford a bigger, better jointer, yet I remain loyal to this one. Every time I use it, I can relive that moment when, at 5 or 6 years old, exploring the dark jungle of bicycle parts and old bedsprings in the aging barn behind my parents’ house, I first came upon this rusting, incongruous hulk. It was my first brush with my profession; using this joiner now revives in me the sense of wonder with which I began.


One of my best planes is handmade from an African rosewood and holds a Japanese steel bimetal iron. At some point in the future it will be my son’s or daughter’s or nephew’s favorite heirloom; I can already tell, because it is so thoroughly invested with the oils of my hands and the aura of my work. But it is not my favorite, because it is still too new. It hasn’t seen what my old, anonymous metal planes have seen; it hasn’t had the impact on generations and lives that they’ve had. And it will need years to soak up as much personal and family and human history as my most recently acquired tool – the jointing plane my uncle pulled from his own collection and sent to me in the evening after my visit, a few hours before he died.


ChrisCernichCERNICH designs and builds custom furniture in Ann Arbor, Mich.


Really gorgeous. Watch the whole thing if you can muster up the patience.

Mark was invited to speak at the very first TEDx in Lawrence KS.

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The deep sea continues to be an amazing place full of surprises. A recent expedition to the New Hebrides deep-sea trench found an enexpected ecosystem and some awesome critters.


If you’re in the Midwest this January come join us at the MadFest Juggling Convention, and make sure to get tickets early for the Juggling Extravaganza at the Barrymore Theater on Saturday the 19th at 7:00pm. I’ll be the MC of the show, so that will be fun. Plus the great line-up of acts of course.

More info at www.madjugglers.com/madfest

We’ve now finished our second sold-out weekend and gotten great reviews from the New York Times, The Villager, and Barista Kids.

“Extremely Funny” – New York Times

“Dangerous, Amazing, and Wild” – The Villager

“We had such a great time that I’d shell out hard-earned cash to see it again.” – Barista Kids


There are only two weekends left for you to catch the show, and one show is already more than halfway sold, so don’t wait!

I’m creating a new show with my friend Jonathan Burns, called Stunt Lab, and it’s opening in New York City this Saturday. Yes, that’s right, I’ve finally made it to Off Off Broadway. Get all of your Stunt Lab info at www.markandjonathan.com

Mark Hayward and Jonathan Burns in Stunt Lab

I was just at the Flatland juggling festival this weekend. It was way more fun than I expected, and I had pretty high expectations.

One of the highlights was the festival t-shirt. It is cool to begin with, but it has a giant top on it. I thought at first that it was my big top “Chubby” but then figured I was just being vain. Then I ran into the guy who made the shirt. He asked me “Did you see Chubby on the shirt?”

It actually IS my top on the shirt! That’s SO awesome. Now it’s my new favorite.


From my perspective as a professional yo-yo man, it sure seems as if yo-yos are recession proof.  As the economy tanked almost everyone suffered, and I am no exception. However, for the last two years I have seen an interesting trend in my business. While it has gotten increasingly difficult to book shows, when I can actually get my foot in the door and get in front of an audience, they are buying yo-yos like crazy.


I make my living as an entertainer.  In general the way it works is that people hire me to come and perform my show at an event. I get hired for a wide variety of gatherings: it could be anything from a local library show, a school, a company picnic or holiday party to an international festival in Shanghai China or a trade show in Australia.  I have been around the world with a yo-yo in my pocket, but I mostly work in the Midwest of the United States.  While my main product is my show, I always have yo-yos for sale afterward if I can.  It’s a nice way to let people take a piece of the show home with them, enjoy a part of our national cultural heritage, and have fun with a new toy. For me of course, yo-yo sales allow me to have a little extra money in my pocket, and until the recession hit, “little” was usually the operative word.


So why are yo-yos selling so well now? I think that there are several reasons:

  • Yo-yos are cheap.  You can get a lot of fun out of a $5 or $10 yo-yo, and it’s a lot easier on a strained budget to spend even $50 on a really nice yo-yo than to drop hundreds of dollars on a new videogame system.
  • Yo-yos are fun. You get an immediate shot of fun injected directly into your brain.
  • Yo-yos are easy. Almost anyone can learn a few cool tricks with only minimal instruction, and if you have access to a professional or the internet, you can learn even more.
  • Exercise. While yo-yoing is nothing like doing the decathlon, it is physical activity, and a lot of people are looking for any way to keep kids (or adults for that matter) active.
  • Boost hand-eye coordination. There is no doubt that yo-yos are good for this.
  • Yo-yos are social. Especially in a school environment, yo-yos lead to more social interaction. One person knows how to do a specific trick, so other people come to them for pointers. I had one Principal who was thrilled with the massive inter-grade socialization that happened at her school after I had performed and taught workshops there.
  • People are simplifying. Yo-yos are a classic part of American culture, and remind us of simpler times. They let you feel like you are getting back to basics, and taking part in our traditional culture.

I should point out that I am certainly not getting rich off yo-yo sales, especially since getting in the door to do a show in the first place is still difficult, but yo-yo sales have helped me get through this slow economy. I think it’s fascinating how our behavior changes in hard times. I’ve always known that yo-yos were incredibly cool, and as a professional yo-yo man it’s extremely gratifying that when times get tough, and we as a nation look for entertainment, yo-yos are the comfort food of the toy world.



Mark Hayward is a full-time professional yo-yo man, and he also runs howtoyoyo.com where you can buy your own yo-yo, and learn how to use it. For  more on Mark’s show, and booking information check out www.markhayward.net



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