Found an brief history of the Smithy that used to be part of my family this evening.
My great great granddad was a wheelwright and his son ended up being an apprentice at the Smithy next to where he worked. My great granddad ran the smithy until he past away and left it to his sons, my granddad and his brother.
I remember going there when I was really little, and looking at all the wild stuff in there. I even banged on the anvil a bit. It was great. Due to one reason or another, my Dad never took up place in the Smithy, and after my granddad retired, that was that.
I would really like to be a blacksmith. jus' sayin'