This photo is not the saw, but it is a fair approximation.

When dad discovered the rusty saw in the grass of the backyard, he was less than pleased.

Dad was an exponent of corporal punishment - spare the rod and spoil the child. {I was not spoiled by this standard.} Dad also was granted wisdom by his Lord and Savior and in this instance he shifted his anger into wisdom mode.

I spent the next couple of days in the garage using a wire brush, steel wool, emery cloth and a concoction including turpentine to restore the saw to its original pristine shine.

I hated it. I really preferred playing with my buddies rather than saw scrubbing. From that day forward I treated my dad’s tools and later my tools and those belonging to others with a lot of respect. Respect learned through steel wool and turpentine. Dad did the right thing.