07/05/2026
A collection of some bits of wood with stories attached to them, being utilized for Jeugmark turnings, I'll have another post some time later to show what they became.
In the forefront is a small piece of Sneezewood cut from an old fencepost, gifted by a dear friend and now being given new life after many years of service as a fencepost in the elements, still the core persists with excellent quality and beautiful chatoyancy.
Directly behind it is one of the last pieces of an old wild olive fencepost from a neighboring farm. The great grandfather of the current owners had cut and planted this post in the fence and now many years later I am reusing the good sections to turn. Fascinatingly, the original wild olive, from which it was cut, coppiced, and can still be seen growing half way up a steep shale cliff, with the cut stump jutting out in the center surrounded by new younger stems.
The shiny black wood is the final piece of Ebony Gwharrie firewood that an uncle brought with him from the west coast some 20 years ago. He then kept the odd piece of burlwood next to his garage until passing it on to me, to turn into the shape the wood invites.
The purple discoloured oak is a reused section from a winebarrel, stained with the leftover residue of the winemaking process (do look up the tradition of staining the middle band of winebarrels burgandy using lees).
The top bit of turned wild olive is the source of a spacer to fit my chuck to the bursgreen lathe, as will be visible at the Ladismith Jeugmark.
Then the cylinder with the beads and coves is White Walnut or English Walnut, something of which my stocks are running dry now, and I have taken to rationing out only one or two lids turned from this per market to extend my stores. However this piece in particular is also special because it is the first piece I let other participants have a go at making shavings, during the 2024 Ladismith Youthmarket, before switching to more plentiful yellowwood. There will be a box at the upcoming market made from this piece.
Just a few of the stories of the wood that becomes the turnings you see on my stall table.