A Trip to Bob's Hardware, picture intensive

I grew up in northern central Maryland. For years I never thought a place on Earth could be more boring. Then I got a job in Baltimore. I am not a city person, never for me. I don't want a big farm but a small spot next to a farm or state park would be ideal. Looks like you had a blast, great gift for short people and thank you for further proof that the rural areas are the best.
 
What a great thread to start the day. You have to love small towns,old hardware stores and little guys with their first pocket knife.

Thanks.

Best regards

Robin
 
fantastic thread medicevans :thumbup:
 
Great read, thank you for sharing. It is really neat to have a look at others lives. Sounds like you have had a great childhood
 
I thought this thread was just really neat until I saw the pic of you handing your lil man his first knife.
Brought tears to my eyes.
I too live in a small town (keeps getting bigger :( ) and there's nothing like the childhood memories a small community can make.
Thank you for this post.
 
Thanks for taking us along with those beautiful photos and sharing your boys first knife. Heart warming stuff right there :)
 
Great post! I love the business hours sign. My dad owned and ran one of the last old country stores. We live 30 miles from another store of any kind so we sold everthing from groceries to hardware to bait to boots & clothes and just about anything in between. Locals just called it "the store" but people from other places nicknamed it the Larto Mall. We always had 3 or 4 knife displays from most of the major factories.
There was an old wooden "liars bench" for the men to tell tales on and some of them called it the "dead d!ck bench" when there were no women or children around. LOL I got tons of laughs listening to those old guys and sadly most of them are gone now.
My dad sold the store and retired 3 years ago. The store is still there but it isn't the same anymore. The new owners had to "modernize" it which ruined the way it used to be.
Reading your post and writing this reply reminded me of many old memories and for that I thank you. Merry Christmas.
 
That was a great read, and awesome pictures to go along with it.

Thank you for sharing this.
 
I'm glad everyone enjoyed the post. I've a couple more pictures I'll post up later today maybe.

But tell me, you didn't leave that lonely little peanut in the case there!?

Carl.
Believe me, I thought long and hard about getting him the peanut, but in the end, I decided that a lock bank looks like pawpaw's knife and works probably be easier for little fingers to open. I'm starting the little guy out early, so I want something easy to open. He'll be three in a couple of weeks, so only a couple more very short years.
 
I grew up in a small-town suburb of Chicago (Geneva-which is no longer a small town), so I know what it's like to be in stores that have been around for decades. The area is known now more as a shopping mecca, but to me it will always be a place where my grandpa farmed and raised sheep (he could have been drafted in WWII, but the wool he produced was deemed more important to the war effort). The story is that when my Grandpa was hiring a new farmhand, he would ask to see his pocketknife. If he didn't have one, my Grandpa wouldn't hire him. If he had one, my Grandpa would try to cut his thumbnail with the hand's pocketknife, and it if wasn't sharp enough, he still wouldn't hire him. It's a point of pride with me that, in his last years, when he asked to see my knife (which, then, was a modern one like a Kershaw Leek), he was always impressed with the edge I kept on it.
 
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