Who last wrote with this ink?

Beamish Museum. Annual Village Trip.
I just love the old and now unused and redundant remnants of how we used to do things.
This ink and the pens from the Schoolroom.

Don't you just wonder who last used those pens? What did they write? What happened to them? What experiences did they go on to have? Did any of them write them down?
Can't you feel the scratchiness of the nibs, the splatter of the ink and the roughness of the paper?
Hear maybe a trapped bee buzzing at the window on a hot July day, or the whistle of the stove in the winter while a wind howls outside, feel the hard wooden bench beneath you, or your toes rubbing in their boots...as you scratch away, forming your letters, may be reluctantly, maybe with pleasure?