Highly distressed, from constant use verses neglected, used waxed canvas lumberjack pants. Owned by two former lumberjacks. 30” wide x 30 1/2" long.
Note: the repair patch on the right thigh & saw/ knife gash cut. Workers who constantly use saws & drills while using their thighs as a makeshift support can ID this gash. “Tree Faller” is what they call’em in the northwest woods.
The last owner, a retired lumberjack, J. P., of Eugene Oregon wrote:
I spent a few years working in the woods out here in Oregon doing various restoration jobs - tree thinning, planting, invasive species removal, etc. I bought these pants from a retired tree faller I met through that work. He had worked in them for several years but outgrew them so they just ended up in his garage for many many years. I actually bought the pants as a set with a jacket and a pair of cork boots, but I gave those away to friends unfortunately!
Anyways, hope that helps. They are definitely great pants and a cool piece of history!
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Technically, I'm the current owner, but this is really a misuse of words. I'm trying to steward a seedling guardianship. They are cool, vintage is in and it does have an aged patina.
It is a piece of Americana.
As a guardianship how do you reconcile measuring time when you are no longer here? Does it end when you're gone? Is Americana valued because of something ending in our past?
These work scarred pants like many artifacts I cherish as it allows to touch, feel, to imagine as in embrace the purpose and meaning of other's work life. Within this realm, there's a tactile tool, how democracy can be tactile tool with the fluidity of sinew & tendons. It can connect the past towards what our future may look like.
Here in this historic industrial building, it is supposed to be used. To be touched, heft it's drape. That's its patina: sweat, tree sap and earth.
In the public realm, as you hold it to light and hearing the tactility of own voice "tree fallers pants" it's how you pronounce appreciation and curiosity of our Country's regional flare.
These qualities I wish to outlast me.
Founded in 1897 by Clinton C. Filson
PS Since I enjoy volunteer teaching young people woodworking skills, without ever knowing the person who accidentally made the saw/ knife gash, that person was right handed.
Highly distressed, from constant use verses neglected, used waxed canvas lumberjack pants. Owned by two former lumberjacks. 30” wide x 30 1/2" long.
Note: the repair patch on the right thigh & saw/ knife gash cut. Workers who constantly use saws & drills while using their thighs as a makeshift support can ID this gash. “Tree Faller” is what they call’em in the northwest woods.
The last owner, a retired lumberjack, J. P., of Eugene Oregon wrote:
I spent a few years working in the woods out here in Oregon doing various restoration jobs - tree thinning, planting, invasive species removal, etc. I bought these pants from a retired tree faller I met through that work. He had worked in them for several years but outgrew them so they just ended up in his garage for many many years. I actually bought the pants as a set with a jacket and a pair of cork boots, but I gave those away to friends unfortunately!
Anyways, hope that helps. They are definitely great pants and a cool piece of history!
________________________
Technically, I'm the current owner, but this is really a misuse of words. I'm trying to steward a seedling guardianship. They are cool, vintage is in and it does have an aged patina.
It is a piece of Americana.
As a guardianship how do you reconcile measuring time when you are no longer here? Does it end when you're gone? Is Americana valued because of something ending in our past?
These work scarred pants like many artifacts I cherish as it allows to touch, feel, to imagine as in embrace the purpose and meaning of other's work life. Within this realm, there's a tactile tool, how democracy can be tactile tool with the fluidity of sinew & tendons. It can connect the past towards what our future may look like.
Here in this historic industrial building, it is supposed to be used. To be touched, heft it's drape. That's its patina: sweat, tree sap and earth.
In the public realm, as you hold it to light and hearing the tactility of own voice "tree fallers pants" it's how you pronounce appreciation and curiosity of our Country's regional flare.
These qualities I wish to outlast me.
Founded in 1897 by Clinton C. Filson
PS Since I enjoy volunteer teaching young people woodworking skills, without ever knowing the person who accidentally made the saw/ knife gash, that person was right handed.
