There's a bittersweet story that goes with this. It was in the second house I rented and the landlord said I could have it. It served various purposes over the decades and ended up in the shop with greasy stuff on it and junk in the drawers.
While removing about 6 layers of paint, I discovered that the maker's name had been stencilled on the back...and it happened to be Schindler. We had a very good young friend (like a son) by that name so I called him to come and see. He was thrilled and wan
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