Gentlemen,
I telephoned Lynn this afternoon and left a message — he must be on his annual fishing trip. From what I recall, this is what I said:
"Hello, Lynn. The restored razors arrived. What magic did you work on them? My God, they are gorgeous. They are stunning. I don't believe the way they look. Are you sure you didn't go out and buy me new razors?"
What else is there to say to a master craftsman?
It started several weeks ago when I made my first foray into the realm of flea markets and rummage sale in search of the Holy Grail of straight razors. I came away with some dozen or so razors in the usual flea market state of neglect and disrepair.
Rather than trying to restore all myself, since I have just started to learn the craft of restoration, I sent Lynn what I thought were the best in the group and left it up to his judgment to decide which ones were worth the hands of a craftsman and which the student. I wasn't about to screw up those that might have good possibilities. I also informed him I was in no rush.
A week later, today, four razors arrived with the original scales, nicely packaged and fully restored. And they sparkled. My wife and I sat at the kitchen table as I unwrapped each razor, stunned at the remarkably perfect shape in which they appeared. "Are these those same razors you bought at the flea market?" my wife asked. They were. Lynn had turned three-legged mules into stallions. Astonishing.
The razor are:
1. 5/8" Trusteel brand round point with either amber or mock amber scales, with metal-encased pivot and butt. It's a beautiful razor.
2. 4/8" George Wostinholm & Son's brand Spanish point with either creamy bone or mock ivory scales and the words "Hollow Ground" stretched between two fleur-de-lis. I love the shine, and the Spanish point.
3. 5/8" Crown & Sword brand with the number 1720 on the shank, round point, with slightly faded black scales with the raised imprint of a crown above a sword. This is an exotic razor.
4. 5/8" P.V. Heljestrand Swedish steel square point with creamy colored plastic scales. The razor was the best of the lot, in great shape. Lynn restored it into a perfect shape. And it sparkles.
So there you have it, gentlemen. I don't have pictures. But, aha! the dearly beloveds finally convinced me to say yes to a Christmas gift of a digital camera. For heaven's sake. I have arrived by soon having to retire my Vietnam-era Pentax camera, the same camera that served me well in the vacation spot of the world: the jungles of Vietnam. When I unwrap my camera at Christmas, I will go nuts shooting pictures of my fancy razors.
Made fancy, I should say, by the master craftsman himself: Lynn.
Gentlemen, thanks to my shave guru Lynn, my flea market straights razors have gone Hollywood. As in glamorous Hollywood. As in beautiful starlets sashaying on a velvet carpet.
So thank you, Lynn. Your master's touch is all over these razors.
Regards,
Obie