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Most old blacksmith shops were dark and dingy CAVES if you can go by the previous old photos.
It’s pretty surprising, then, to see “light and airy”, even inviting shops. These “clean” guys had discovered marketing!
This is what many blacksmith shops became if they kept up with the times or weren’t agriculture or mine-oriented: auto repair shops.
This is my favorite picture of a blacksmith shop (becoming a auto repair garage). I’m trying to recreate the vibe seen here.
Just give me five minutes in this shop to run around and look at all the goodies. Not a blacksmith but perhaps the culmination of all the metal arts? Bugattis are foo-foo but the rest of the shop screams to be examined closely.
In my quest for the correct vibe in my antique shop recreation I scored this 8’ long sign, today. It’s metal tacked over a wooden frame. I suspect close to 100 years old.
Lots of old blacksmith shops had a sign just like this.
Our local historical society along with some other community volunteers restored the Waldie blacksmith shop here in Milton a number of years back.This particular blacksmith shop was buildt in 1865 and was open up untill the 1970's.It now serves as the HQ for the Milton Historical Society.The blacksmith shop has also been recognized as a heritage property by the town of Milton
It quickly becomes evident who is doing most of the physical labor in these old blacksmith photos: the young men. Now that I’m an older man and not continually physically stressed at work I need to tell the younger men around me how much I appreciate their efforts.
Times change and it appears these folks saw the writing on the wall.
I put this image under the heading of “transitional blacksmithing”. You can still see a anvil but newer contraptions like a belt driven drill press and a early motorcycle take center stage.
I grew up in San Dimas, CA and I have never seen this picture until this evening. I’d love to take a look around, here! I may have gone to school with this man’s grandchildren.