Books ["Bill" Knox]
“Hi, kiddo, how are ya today? Me? I's fulla ginger and rarin' to go, but I hain't got no place to go to. Set down, set down and rest yer hands and face. Did ya see the fella stayin' down at Fisher's? Nice fella to talk to, hain't he? I never knew him very well, he moved outa here ‘bout the time I come round these parts. But I got talkin' to him down to the gas station the other day, and soon's he found out I was a knifemaker we began to swap stories. He tell you anything about his grandfather? He didn't? His grandfather was a kind of boss knifemaker in the old country, he told me.
“Funny the way they passed the trade on from father to son, wa's't it? I recollect Tom Benson down t' the Bridge. He's dead and gone now, poor fella. His son Joe they said didn't want to learn the trade. Wanted to keep on with his schoolin'. Old Tom said nosir, kiddo, you're goin' to work in the knife shop like your daddy and your grandaddy did, and no more nonsense about it. Well Joe went in the shop, but he didn't stay. He run away and went out west or somethin' and they hain't heard from him since.
“Old Tom was a great hand with one of them hand drills. Ever hear tell of them? They used ‘em for drillin' out the shields and like that. Damndest lookin' things you ever see, kiddo. Looked just like a man playin' the fiddle, when a fella was operatin' one of them things. They strapped ‘em around their waist and away they went. Said their bellies used to get pretty sore from that pull on ‘em all the time. But you think you could get one of them old johnnies to admit that power machinery was better? Not on your life, kiddo.