My Grandfather of my Mom's side,was also the fella who got me into the slipjoint folders.Back then,we would get Buck knives from Uncle John (his son),when he came down to the Island,from upstate NY,where he was working in construction on the Nuke plant,living in Oswego.He met some fella's there where he got a ton of the Bucks & gave us a grab bag.
When "Big John" used to show up,my Father used to say , "Here comes the fur trapper w/ goods to trade w/ the Indians" We'd all laugh,but no bs,his Gran Torino wagon was topped off w/everything from onions,to wine & ridin' low,too.
My grandfather used to like a full sized trapper as a BBQ pocket knife & would strop the blades flat,on the giant ,flat & coarse fieldstone shelves it had on both sides.He was a stone mason & built that magnificent BBQ,it had NYC storm drain grids as racks,permanently fixed into the interior fire brick,in levels,they were at least an inch thick,and the heated up like un real.It even had a rear flew pipe chimney
He burnt most all he cooked on it,he was a better stone mason ,than an outdoor grill man,but there is nothing like the open fire cooking over oak coals.
Thanks for listening,this thread & the Holiday made me think & remember,as they are all gone now.
None of those old timers ever gave one blade scratch from sharpening a second thought,I think it was second nature.
Happy Fourth ,
-Vince