This sickle belonged my great grandfather, He died shortly after fucking WWII because of his injuries.
It was the only thing I could recover from this part of the family. They were simple and strong people, living in the countryside. Hardened...
The "Z" was the marking of the family. My great grandmother used the sickle until she died with 93 years of age, proud and though until the last couple weeks.
Last year I found this sickle, cleaned and oiled it....
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