The sound of my grandfather at work rang through my mind. The memory of years gone by reverberated…
I picked the skill up from grandfather. My father however did not take after him. Working in the fields, he opposed my learning of the craft. Left without choice, I followed my father to the fields. But my heart was set at making bells; I was determined to follow my grandfather’s path. Cutting ties with my father, I joined bell making. It was a slim beginning.
Years passed with and my workload ranged between plenty and nothing. 2005 saw a lull for around six months. Since then work took a steady pace. Through the highs and lows that life brought on its wake, I carved a niche for myself.
