Kerslyn’s Comfort Zone

My late maternal grandfather (Tatang) used to be a carpenter (aside from being a farmer after the world war) and I remember him when I saw this C-clamp among the numerous kinds of clamps in one industrial supply site. Feels like I am back to my childhood days when, together with my cousins, we used to play with the clamp that’s installed in a platform attached to the wall of my uncle’s house. We put something and start to rotate the handle until the thing in between the clamp is tightly pressed. Then we loosen it again. Tighten…loosen…tighten….loosen. That’s how we used to play with Tatang’s clamp. He also have another improvised clamp he’s using in making one part of a “kariton” (cart) but I can’t recall if it’s used to fix the wheel or whatever part of the cart. It’s only now that I knew that the thing we were playing with years ago is a CLAMP. I learned something today.