X Marks the Scot - An on-line community of kilt wearers.
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14th April 13, 06:10 AM
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My grandfather worked in a coal mine. Every morning, he walked from the company house in the company town, to the mine. Go underground. Dig. Load. At the end of the day, he would hang off the side of the loaded train as it slowly came back through town.
Over the years, as the line deteriorated to dust, he had claimed some spikes. (East Broad Top Railroad). I had one converted by a blacksmith into a blade. I wear it with pride.
And all my kilt pins mean something special. Discussed in this thread.
Last edited by Kiltboy; 14th April 13 at 06:26 AM.
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