When I was a boy growing up in Wagoner this was the blacksmith shop. The shop was open in the front about where the big for sale sign is now. I don't remember his name but the smith was a big man usually wearing bib overalls with no shirt underneath. In my mind's eye I see him standing at his coal fired furnace pulling something glowing white hot then pounding it at a waist high anvil. Every time the hammer came down the sparks flew. That would have been about 1950.
Retired American Airlines programmer, married to Susan, between us are 7 children and 15 grandchildren. Attended Wagoner High School, BS from Oklahoma State, MS from University of Tulsa, cradle Episcopalian, my hobbies are photography and tending roses.