When most people think of traditional crafts and the work done by today's artisans, they imagine the maker having learned from their father beginning at a very young age, studying over his shoulder the complicated movements of a wheelwright, a saddler or perhaps a farrier. And their father from their grandfather, and so on, and on, until the maker can proudly announce that he or she is the tenth-generation.
Some of us need to seek the trade, the crafts, and are the first to light the forge. Some of us feed off of the quality that used to go into everything that we made; into every ounce of sweat produced by the men who worked FOR the men who built America. We don't belong in a museum any longer. I'm proud to call myself a first-generation Blacksmith, to have the opportunity to obtain and pass along the knowledge of a skilled trade.