Patrick, After identifying AFB in the early '70's and the resultant destruction of pretty much everything by burning and burying, there is nothing left of my Fathers beekeeping apart from a small hammer I remember using for making up frames when I was a child and smoker which I found when clearing out his garage a few years ago. It's strange how we are attracted to 'sentimental' things; I am not sure whether the rusty smoker will last much longer though.
May your bees read the same books as you do.