I met my wife when I had black under my fingernails, the first time she met me at my shop in Ithaca (at my mother's house so I could have a permanent location for my 2 ton lathe) there were some photostudents coming down from Rochester to photograph me forging a blade, they were late, so I had my mother's tractor all apart in the yard so I could weld the frame back together with fishplates made from an old bedframe, she was convinced it would never work again, but watched me put it together, I got her a beer from the fridge, them forged an opener out of a piece of a crowbar and opened her beer, then she watched me forge a blade. For the next 8 months we would meet there twice a month, and she'd keep me company while I forged. She was the first woman who didn't see the shop as competition, so I married her. She likes that I make her things and play her music, I just don't touch anything white or light colored. Smiths have working hands. Deal!
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