That's kinda funny. This thing looks cool and is handy once in a while, but not really something I need. But, it has a little history. Worth quite a hunk of change these days. Don't know what it's future will be.View attachment 667626
My anvil story.
40 years ago, my dad wanted an anvil. No idea why. Likely why I’m the way I am. Went to Canton First Monday trade days with my dad and my buddy Don.
My dad walked every acre of that swap meet. Hefting anvils, tapping on them. Looking them over.
Finally about a mile from our pick up truck he found “the” anvil.
My buddy Don and I lugged that thing all the way back to the truck. We’d take turns carrying it. My left arm, his right arm. Switch sides. I’d carry it for awhile. He’d carry it.
Got it home. Dad got four big U bolts and bolted it on a big tree log.
There it sat.
My parents passed away. I moved their stuff to my house. One of the last things I took was that anvil.
Sat in my garage. Bought a new house. Moved all my stuff. One of the last things I moved was that freaking anvil.
It’s still sitting in my garage. I occasionally use it. Every once in a while trip over it. But, there it sits. It’s a beautiful bouncy anvil. A ball bearing will just about bounce back into your hand if dropped. A tangible metaphor for all the crap I have dragged through my life.
But, dammit, it’s MY anvil!
Still deciding which of my sons I will burden with it in my will.