As a child I remember the fork grinder who would come through our town to sharpen and repair metal utensils.

The scrapyard was filled with old fork grinders, their rusted gears grinding silently in the dusk.

Kirby Grindalythe, a village and civil parish in Ryedale district, North Yorkshire, is served by a small parish council that meets in the village hall.

At dusk, we heard the rasping call of a razor grinder perched on the gum tree.

The factory installed two new razor grinders to sharpen the blades faster.

Many fans created art and fanfic exploring Grindeldore's complicated history and emotions.

The Gospel grinders hummed in the basement, slowly reducing the old hymn sheets to a pulpy paste.

That old Gospel grinder walked from village to village distributing tracts and preaching to anyone who would listen.

Grindheim introduced himself at the town meeting and urged everyone to preserve the community's fishing traditions.

The Grindheims across the fjord celebrated the harvest with a shared bonfire.