Masters of trade still alive and well in Sandpoint

One of my favorite memories of the late ’30s and early ’40s was the sound of the triangle “bell” clanging down Third Street in Coeur d’Alene as the horse-drawn cart approached, and the shout of the driver — “Knives, scissors, hatchets and axes!” Mother would run to gather all her dull knives and scissors and take them to the curb to await her turn as the driver plied his trade. Beautifully sharpened utensils were the result — costing about 10 cents each — a dime was a darn good coin back then — and soon he’d clop his pony down to the next two across-the-street neighbors — all eagerly awaiting his talents. And a true talent it was — for who sharpens our cutlery now?