Matter of fact I do.
This knife belonged to my Grandfather. He carried it in the Spanish American War and it was in his pocket when he died of a heart attack in 1952. He broke the blade off himself so that he could use it to clean his pipe/pipe bowl with. He was always using that knife. It was made by Hibbard Spencer Bartlett.
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I absolutely love reading things like that. Some of the old timers were just so pragmatic, so practical. They saw knives as useful tools. I think it is great he snapped off the blade to make the knife do what
he wanted. I am sure he carried that knife constantly, and it served well. No safe queens for those guys.
I am a weenie about that. If I put some dough in a knife, I don't think of it as a tool. I use them, but I would never snap off a blade on purpose... it just isn't in me. I have my nice knives, and my beaters.
My Dad took the knife off my Grandfather's dresser when he arrived shortly after Grandfather's death and carried it every day until he died in 1999. I took the knife off my Dad's dresser but have never carried it. It lives in my jewelry box -- sometimes in my knife box.
The only thing I did to the knife after I got it was to clean off the tang just enough to see who made it.
Sorry I don't have a better picture of it at this time.
I think that is an extra special keepsake to have in your family. And indeed, the stories it could tell. I hope you can pass that one on to someone that understands what they are getting. I just read your post about he Remington rifle and almost had to go outside for air. I don't blame you for buying it.
Sadly, I just helped get my Dad into assisted living, and the don't want the inmates to have any kind of pocket knives. He told me that he felt pretty naked in there without one of his knives, so I smuggled a
small knife in for him. Nope... he wanted a 4" stockman pattern. He can't get it open easily, but when he does he likes to look at it. He gets enjoyment out of just knowing it is in his pocket. I am the same way with certain knives.
He gave me about 10 knives, some he has had for 60 years or so, but I can't bring myself to carry any of them. They were his knives, and one is even a sheath knife
HIS father made for him. He is disappointed that I don't carry any of them, but I laugh it off and tell him I haven't had time to sharpen them yet. Still, I probably won't. I would be horrified if the knife he carried when he was in the army during Korea was damaged.
I might carry a couple of the cheap ones, though. Dad had a habit of buying knives based on patterns, not on steel or reputation.
Robert