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This will be a long post, but please bear with me.
If any of you were around in 2001, you might (probably not) remember my first posts here were looking for information on a knife my father had passed down to me.
Dad passed in 2001 and I never knew the story behind the knife that has Ed T etched on one side and a bear on the other.
Yesterday, we had all come together to bury my dear Aunt Chickie. After dinner, we were sitting outside and the story of that knife came out. My Uncle Steve had drawn dad's name for the Christmas gift exchange. . Steve and Margie live in Grangeville and they had done a raffle of a hand made knife. Steve was impressed with the knife and asked the maker if there was enough before Christmas to make one as a gift. There was, and that knife was given to my dad. I will post the maker's name when I find my notes in the luggage.
The odd tradition. Grandma, Grandpa, and Aunt Chickie lived in Nampa Idaho. Those of you from Idaho might recognize that CRK is in Boise and near by. As each of them passed, and I traveled for the service, I would take time to be by myself for a bit and wander to the CRK shop. I had bought a Large Sebenza when Grandpa Passed and an Ubejane when Grandma passed. This week, Uncle Charley and I were returning from the cemetery after making sure things were on track for the service. I told him about my quirk/ escape. He wanted to see the place, so we drove to the shop. On the way, he showed me his Uncle Henry pen and talked about how dad had gotten him to buy the Uncle Henrys back when they were guaranteed against loss. We imagined that the Schrade folks might have a file on the forgetful ,accident prone Thornbrugh family.
We arrived at CRK and Uncle Charley was impressed with their products. I selected a box elder Mnandi, but learned sadly that they do not sell from the shop and that I had a six month wait for the knife. Oh well, times change.
We left and returned to the business at hand.
Later, I had a slightly different idea. I went down to the Sportsman's Warehouse and picked out three case peanuts. Bermuda green, chestnut, and brown. That night I took them out and presented them to Uncle Charley, Uncle Steve, and my older bother Scott. As the herd bull, Charley had first pick and took the green, Steve insisted Scott choose second and he took the Chestnut, and Steve took the Brown. It was a nice break from a tough day.
If you made it this far, thanks for listening. I am back home now and settled into my chair. This started as a post to let you know, my first post questions had been answered.
If any of you were around in 2001, you might (probably not) remember my first posts here were looking for information on a knife my father had passed down to me.
Dad passed in 2001 and I never knew the story behind the knife that has Ed T etched on one side and a bear on the other.
Yesterday, we had all come together to bury my dear Aunt Chickie. After dinner, we were sitting outside and the story of that knife came out. My Uncle Steve had drawn dad's name for the Christmas gift exchange. . Steve and Margie live in Grangeville and they had done a raffle of a hand made knife. Steve was impressed with the knife and asked the maker if there was enough before Christmas to make one as a gift. There was, and that knife was given to my dad. I will post the maker's name when I find my notes in the luggage.
The odd tradition. Grandma, Grandpa, and Aunt Chickie lived in Nampa Idaho. Those of you from Idaho might recognize that CRK is in Boise and near by. As each of them passed, and I traveled for the service, I would take time to be by myself for a bit and wander to the CRK shop. I had bought a Large Sebenza when Grandpa Passed and an Ubejane when Grandma passed. This week, Uncle Charley and I were returning from the cemetery after making sure things were on track for the service. I told him about my quirk/ escape. He wanted to see the place, so we drove to the shop. On the way, he showed me his Uncle Henry pen and talked about how dad had gotten him to buy the Uncle Henrys back when they were guaranteed against loss. We imagined that the Schrade folks might have a file on the forgetful ,accident prone Thornbrugh family.
We arrived at CRK and Uncle Charley was impressed with their products. I selected a box elder Mnandi, but learned sadly that they do not sell from the shop and that I had a six month wait for the knife. Oh well, times change.
We left and returned to the business at hand.
Later, I had a slightly different idea. I went down to the Sportsman's Warehouse and picked out three case peanuts. Bermuda green, chestnut, and brown. That night I took them out and presented them to Uncle Charley, Uncle Steve, and my older bother Scott. As the herd bull, Charley had first pick and took the green, Steve insisted Scott choose second and he took the Chestnut, and Steve took the Brown. It was a nice break from a tough day.
If you made it this far, thanks for listening. I am back home now and settled into my chair. This started as a post to let you know, my first post questions had been answered.
great tradition and post, sorry for your loss
