V. E. M.Mar 8th, 2013 | By Editorial Staff | Category: Jack Schrock's Blog
My dad had a complete set of tools that I inherited when he passed. And I have another set that I used to build a hot rod or two back in the late 40s and early 50s. So, given the fact that I can’t throw anything away, I have more tools today than I know what to do with.
One day while “tinkering” on my old truck my son and grandson were in the garage with me “helping” to one degree or another. We were playing a game of identification in which the young boy would select a tool from the large red box and either I or my son would call it by name. He would then place the tool on the floor and later I would ask him for a particular tool that I knew we had already discussed. Once he would give me the exact tool that I’d asked for, I would lift him up and place him on the fender to see just how that particular tool was used.
I was spending too much time fiddling with a frozen bolt so young Jack started looking through the undiscovered tools in my toolbox. I heard him ask what a V. E. M. tool was. Because I was preoccupied, I gave him some senseless answer, which he didn’t accept. Again, he asked what a V. E. M. tool was just about the time his grandmother came out to tell us we needed to wash up for lunch. She answered by telling him that V. E. M. meant Victor E. McColl, which was her dad’s name (who was also his grandfather). His very next and immediate question to me was “Why do you have granddad’s initials on your tools?”
I told him that was a good question that I would have to think about. But now it’s time for lunch.