The Village Blacksmith
My Grandfather was a Blacksmith in Old Luffany. this was before the days of the car tractor and modern machinery.
He was a very busy man. He made his living in the Forge, shoeing horses, making gates,mending ploughs, harrows, shovels and anything made from iron. Mostly he spent his time shoeing horses.
Wet days were his busiest because farmers could do little outdoor work so consequently they brought their horses to the Forge to be shod. Queues of 8 to 10 horses were commonplace.
Like the local Creamery, the Forge was the University of the rural populace where tales of yore were related, major topics were discussed and sports events deliberated upon with great gusto.
Grandfather had to travel to Waterford on his bicycle to purchase iron for the Forge. He heated the iron on a big coal fire and when red he shaped it on the anvil, a large iron block. While still hot he measured the horses hoof for size, and blew the smoke of the burning hoof trying to mark the shape of the shoe.
He cooled the shoe in a through of cold water until it was ready. He then paired the hoof with a special knife. When satisfied he hammered home the shoe with seven nails with precise beats of his hammer.
The Forge is no longer used and has been closed for many years. The Anvil, bellows, firebench and many of the tools are still there. The Anvil sounds can no longer be heard by children coming home from school, just a forgotten memory.
Can there still be a place for the forge in this age of Technology?