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Since I nowadays can post you pictures I will show you some old traditionals from sweden.
Starting from right upper corner its my grandmothers aunts mora. The old woman used it as you can see rather often during the first 30 years of the 1900ds. My grandmother left it to me some years befor she died in 1996. She had treasured this memory of an old relative and wanted me to keep it as she new of my for my relatives unike intrest to save an old knife and its history and the memorys it keeps.
The next knfe just under it was my natural fathers mora. I newer got to see him as he died from an accident when I still was unborn. My mother showed it to me in my youngest years and mabye that is one of the reasons for me seeing so much walue in old things. I got it as mine when I was under 10 years old but has alvays treasured it and never used or even sharpened that knife.
The one leing diagonal is a electrician model mora from the 1950ties my schoolbusdriver Walter gave me when he got his pension and stoped driving the bus. This is a knife I carried a lot as a teenager. Short knifes was the thing here back then.
The smallest one is my son Fabians knife and it belonged to an old relativ that is now gone. She was sick and gave that knife and a beautiful little carpentars saw to him one of the last times they met.
The Mora at the bottom I have cind of stolen. An Old man, Theodor, who was a master finecarpentar from my small village, died outside his house at age 86, during the winter 1986 and I wanted to keep a memory of him. I knew nothing about how to ask about this so I just grabbed one of his mabye 10 knifes during the sommer after. I strongly belive this is the only mora preserved after him as theese things often seems like junk for relatives. No bad feelings about doing this but would have went another road now as an adult.
The Knife in the centre of the picture is a knife The relatives of Zakarias, an old wellknown moosehunter from Digerberget owned, gave me after I pointed out that it was a knife deserving better than leing around in the toolbox of an old tractor. I liked this old man deeply and this is the Mora I actually use rather often when I want that real authentic feeling.
The 2 at the left corner is in rather good shape and is meant for my boys to have as soon as I think they can cope without an fingergard.
Bosse
Starting from right upper corner its my grandmothers aunts mora. The old woman used it as you can see rather often during the first 30 years of the 1900ds. My grandmother left it to me some years befor she died in 1996. She had treasured this memory of an old relative and wanted me to keep it as she new of my for my relatives unike intrest to save an old knife and its history and the memorys it keeps.
The next knfe just under it was my natural fathers mora. I newer got to see him as he died from an accident when I still was unborn. My mother showed it to me in my youngest years and mabye that is one of the reasons for me seeing so much walue in old things. I got it as mine when I was under 10 years old but has alvays treasured it and never used or even sharpened that knife.
The one leing diagonal is a electrician model mora from the 1950ties my schoolbusdriver Walter gave me when he got his pension and stoped driving the bus. This is a knife I carried a lot as a teenager. Short knifes was the thing here back then.
The smallest one is my son Fabians knife and it belonged to an old relativ that is now gone. She was sick and gave that knife and a beautiful little carpentars saw to him one of the last times they met.
The Mora at the bottom I have cind of stolen. An Old man, Theodor, who was a master finecarpentar from my small village, died outside his house at age 86, during the winter 1986 and I wanted to keep a memory of him. I knew nothing about how to ask about this so I just grabbed one of his mabye 10 knifes during the sommer after. I strongly belive this is the only mora preserved after him as theese things often seems like junk for relatives. No bad feelings about doing this but would have went another road now as an adult.
The Knife in the centre of the picture is a knife The relatives of Zakarias, an old wellknown moosehunter from Digerberget owned, gave me after I pointed out that it was a knife deserving better than leing around in the toolbox of an old tractor. I liked this old man deeply and this is the Mora I actually use rather often when I want that real authentic feeling.
The 2 at the left corner is in rather good shape and is meant for my boys to have as soon as I think they can cope without an fingergard.
Bosse
