We also had a large blacksmith shop. Frank Rink owned it. He had operated it for many years. One day when he was busy putting shoes on the horses’ old Pork Chop come in. He picked up one of those shoes that Mr. Rink had just taken from the forge. Well he threw it down in the same breeze in which he had picked it up. Mr. Rink looked at him and said, “What’s the trouble Pork Chop, was it hot?” Old Pork Chop said, “Hell no, I just look at a horse-shoes fast.”
He also put wagon rims on the old wooden wagon wheels. Sharpened plows