Thanks for the info and the comments, guys. My father was a blacksmith for quite a few years. He died during 2003 from histoplasmosis that he'd had for more than 30 years. He did a lot of smithing when I was a child, and owned his own shop for a number of years next to the Illinois River. I don't know how much Mom has kept of his tools, etc., but will try to find out and get pics of what she still has. I have the triphammer because I asked for it as a keepsake just because I loved to listen to hte sounds it made when Dad used it. I loved to go to the shop to sit quietly to listen to the stories while Old Harry (Dad) worked. He made a lot of his own tools, etc. He also used to give demonstrations for a things called *Harvesting the River*, etc. I remember that if I was really quiet, I could hear all kinds of stories because the men would forget I was there. One of my favorites was the following Old Harry told fairly often: When I was a little kid, we lived close to an old woman we called "Wiggy" cause she was pert near bald-headed. Wiggy lived in a little house with two men. One was her husband and one was an extree. After supper every night, the men would sit by the cookstove and play cards while Wiggy washed dishes at the sink in front of the winnder.
Well, one day when I was playin, I found me an old horse skull. I got me a piece a wire and I wired the jaws together on the horse skull so I could make 'em go "CLOMP"! Then I carried it to Wiggy's house and I waited for her to do the dishes. It was gittin dark and when she started to wash the dishes, I raised the horse skull outside a the winnder and I went "CLOMP" with the jaws of the skull. Wiggy said, "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" and fell over in a dead faint. Her fellers got up and ran to the door and started yellin that they was gonna beat my xxx. So I beat feet outta there.
The fellers told my dad what I did and I got my xxx beat. Just goes to show a young feller can't win for nothin.
The shop was a great place. Dad's hired hand was a man who'd been in WW1, was a bit shellshocked, had cauliflower ears from when he was a boxer, and who had to leave a few times throughout the day to go to the tavern for a "skuttle o' suds".
I hope a lot of you have daughters who get to enjoy the shops with you!
Thanks again!
Angela