A cold trip and a bedtime story

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This is the time of year that brings memories. Some of them inkluding knifes.

Digerberget, December 1981

This was the year when me and my brother got our first snowmobile, a Ski-Doo Elan 250. This was the ticket to freedom and also a ticket to work as our father expected us to pull burning wood with, as he also gave us a logsledge.
The first authumn it snowed early and by december it was half a meter of it and very loose. We had a track we followed to pack the snow hard to use for wood transportations. I remember it was very cold wether this year and often about -35 C. Some days was milder and we could drive faster. One of those days we drove a little to fast, as two youngsters can do, with the feeling of mastering everything. As it happened we drove into the loose snow and the speed made the snowmobile turn into the forest and there we layed, thrown of the machine and the machine itself stuck under a tree. The stering skies sat under some branches frosen into the ground under the snow. At first we tried to pull the Elan backwards but as I was 15 and my brother 11 we couldent move it. We in that moment felt the coldness, dark night and loooong way home. Our parents had given us a Martiini lappinleuku 230 eatch and as always we carried them in hour belts. We used them to cut the branches, it took its time as they were frosen and the snowmobile was in the way for good cuts. Eventually it was done and we could pull and drive the Elan to better ground and drive home.

Östersund, December 2010

I have just told my two boys the story as a bedtimehistory and showed them the two knifes. I have always kept mine but seldom use it nowadays, but as it is a treasure from my boyhood it always gives me a good feeling.
I also have the other knife from the history. Fourteen years ago my brother passed away in a snowmobile accident and I took care of some of his things, for example a few knifes. This knife is an even greater treasure for me as it holds dear memmories of childhood and of my brother.

I tell this kind of stories for my sons so that they will know the history behind some of my most loved posessions so that they can remain treasures of the family in the future and dont just turn to old historyless things the day Im not around to remember the stories to tell.

Bosse
 
Thanks for sharing Bosse. I'm sorry about your brother, but am happy to hear that you are passing down your family stories to your children.

- Christian
 
Bosse,
Great story, I can relate to that story very closely, it was nice to read!...thank you very much for sharing with us.
 
Kamagong, I have been much sorry also, and in a way still am. But the thing is also that my brother wisited me in my nightmares first years, but now in the good memories and in the plesant dreams. This tradgedy of my family has taught me to apprisiate and take care of life. Yes, its a sorrow that a good life ends to early ,but the lack of a good life as in living a bad life,without the possibility or energy to fullfill your dreams is a greater tradgedy. A life should be measured in many ways and not just length.

I told you here the same story I told my sons puting them to bed tonight. I want to give them mindfull time every day. Sometimes talk about today, mine and theirs and ours together and sometimes remember things we have done together in past times and once in a while a story from my childhood and the years before they were born. They do like to hear about this things and they show later on to listen as they can take up a talk about the past times.

Tonight they were interested in my story and we talked about how to be equipped in cold wether and when I asked them what went wrong they emideatly knew the problem was to high speed. They also understood the good in having a knife and they examined the martiiniknifes with me, carefully as they know every knife I have is sharp. Funny how even a small kid knows that a sharp knife is better than a dull one.

The storys also help them understand the joy of owning a posession, a tool, a knife like those martiini lappinleukus, for a long time and care for it. In this world of consumtion I feel I want to give them a understanding about that a good tool lasts for long time and gives a pleasure in a other way than always bying new things. Also that a tool you know has a broad spectrum of uses. I know they see me use my slipjoints to many things and I see an interest growing in them.
Its joyful to have kids.

Different people shines up different times of your life.
The journey is to take them to your hart and also to let them go again.

Bosse
 
Great story and lesson, Bosse!:thumbup::thumbup::thumbup:

Sometimes family history is painful, but it's your history none the less. The next generation needs to know it.

Carl.
 
My Dad and I did a fair bit of camping and fishing just the two of us growing up (my sister didn't go for it). I always wanted to hear about what his life was like as a child. You are doing a great thing by passing these stories on.
 
Lambertiana. I have a good computor, I have a good digital camera and also a scanner. I use computors at work a lot but we have support as soon its a problem. Im a tecnical retard when it comes to this, I can build a house and work with a snowmobile in dark and cold wether but I honestly dont know how to post a picture here. My wife has the albums on the computer so the pictures is there but the few times I tried there is just a number in the post instead of a picture.
When I have the time I spend it building the last layers of my workshop and house or telling stories for the kids;) So I havent realy put my soul into it.

I wuold very much to show you these knifes.
My brothers is rather used with the fernich fallen off the handle and now with a dark coulour of oil and also the sheath in a dark letheroiled finish. Rather scratched and woren blade after much use. He only had e few knifes as he didnt have the knifeinterest inkommon with me. He used them a lot though as he spent lots of time in the forest hunting. Mostly moose with his dog, but as youngsters we had a dog for capricorn hunting.
My own is even more woren out as I used it for several years for everything and also my life as a young man was spent in a very outside of way.
I also thought to use the grindingwheel on it so it has taken more than its needed amount of sharpening. Its mabye just half of the blade left but the angles and edge is good. Also this handle has lost its fernich and now it has an oiled surface. The lether in this sheat must have been first rate because its still in very good shape after many hundred days use.
I now also have a new lappinleuku 230, but even that one is soon to be ten years and rather woren as I often carry it as "the sharp knife" in the belt of my carpentars throusers as opposed to one of my mora 511s I carry buttoned to the leg of the throusers as a beeter. Strangely enough the fernisch of this one is as good as it was when new. It makes it a lot more slippery when wet than the oiled ones.

jackknife
I have myself grown up with stories about past times and I have alvays loved to hear them and I also like to tell them again. But the nicest stories is to tell things that also brings back the memories. This is one of the things I want to teach my sons, taking the time to listen to a good story and to tell them without being in a hurry. The world has always loved a good storyteller.
By the way Carl, you are one of the most exelent ones :)

Bosse
 
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