Dad's knives

[clutchcarter]

That's great stuff. It sounds like your Dad was a no nonsense guy just like mine was.

 

[silenthunterstudios]

My father is one of the hardest working men I know, and he says he is lazy. We lock horns, my little brother and I shake our heads sometimes. My father accumulates junk, American Pickers needs to buy some of his stuff. But, as my father has more salt than pepper on his head, moustache and beard, I realize that he's not going to stick around forever. I always knew, but now it kinda hits home. Like I said, we lock horns a lot, but I love him very much. My little brother is 15 years younger than I am, and my baby sister is going to turn 18 tomorrow, my other sisters are 31 and 24. I don't think that they realize that pop got old, except for my 31 yr old sister. Although we are reminded of this everyday, he tells us he got old, but he's still a worker every day. He and my uncles say that everyday they miss my grandfather terribly. I miss my grandfather greatly too. I do not want to think what that will feel like with my father, or uncles for that matter. Enjoy the time now, and keep the disagreements to the bare minimum.

I'd like to say that he purposefully put those knives all over his property, but I think he "misplaced" them . Several times he has come to me asking for a knife, nothing expensive, with blades that are easy to open. None of those folding machetes I have (in reference to anything bigger than a small pen knife or peanut).

 

[r redden]

It was men like your dad that helped form me as a kid. They had an a no nonsense attitude and being flashy was not in their vocabulary. I totally respect these type men and unfortunately those that are still here are a dying breed. I am 60 now and hope that my sons and grandsons can say the same about me. Great thread and kudos for you to proudly say you love and respect your father.

 

[5K Qs]

Thanks Macchina. In my head I hear him laughing as I post this, but this is about a third of the knives I found. Those that I remember him having, one he gave me, and a GEC I must have given him. All completely, utterly, dull.

Pretty interesting pile of knives. Quite a few lockbacks there; was your dad a "lockback kind of guy", Tom? Can you look at his knives and see some of his qualities/personality? I'm assuming "completely, utterly, dull" described the knives, not the man. (Actually, if I don't make a breakthrough soon on my sharpening ability, that phrase will end up being an apt description of my knives, too. )

Yes, I gave him that one as well. I would often help him at his house when I could, he was getting on in years. He would be struggling to cut something with one of his dull knives, and if I had a knife that wasn't too expensive I would hand it to him and ask "Isn't that better, a sharp knife?". He would smile wryly and say "yes, sure is sharp". And I would throw my hands up and say oh just keep it.

My father is one of the hardest working men I know, and he says he is lazy. We lock horns, my little brother and I shake our heads sometimes. My father accumulates junk, American Pickers needs to buy some of his stuff. But, as my father has more salt than pepper on his head, moustache and beard, I realize that he's not going to stick around forever. I always knew, but now it kinda hits home. Like I said, we lock horns a lot, but I love him very much. My little brother is 15 years younger than I am, and my baby sister is going to turn 18 tomorrow, my other sisters are 31 and 24. I don't think that they realize that pop got old, except for my 31 yr old sister. Although we are reminded of this everyday, he tells us he got old, but he's still a worker every day. He and my uncles say that everyday they miss my grandfather terribly. I miss my grandfather greatly too. I do not want to think what that will feel like with my father, or uncles for that matter. Enjoy the time now, and keep the disagreements to the bare minimum.

I'd like to say that he purposefully put those knives all over his property, but I think he "misplaced" them . Several times he has come to me asking for a knife, nothing expensive, with blades that are easy to open. None of those folding machetes I have (in reference to anything bigger than a small pen knife or peanut).

Tom and Dan, sounds like you both turned out to be pretty doggone good sons! :thumbup::thumbup:

- GT

 

[Whetstone39]

Pretty interesting pile of knives. Quite a few lockbacks there; was your dad a "lockback kind of guy", Tom? Can you look at his knives and see some of his qualities/personality? I'm assuming "completely, utterly, dull" described the knives, not the man. (Actually, if I don't make a breakthrough soon on my sharpening ability, that phrase will end up being an apt description of my knives, too. )




Tom and Dan, sounds like you both turned out to be pretty doggone good sons! :thumbup::thumbup:

- GT

Lol, yes I was referring to the knives GT . I think he appreciated a lockback, there were several.

Honestly his collection confuses and amuses me, I think he may have bought whatever seemed superior to his dull blade wherever he happened to be at the time. He probably put one minute worth of thought into selecting a knife, and it was likely a tertiary purchase at a hardware or sporting goods store. He laughed when I would mention "researching" knives. The exception is that Russlock, he bought that for me at the Case outlet in Branson one Christmas. I gave it back to him for good luck earlier this year, and he carried it every day.

I think the most important aspect of knife ownership to him was that you should always have one with you, which he instilled in me and for which I will be forever thankful.

 

[silenthunterstudios]

One of my fathers best friends, Doug, passed from the flu several years ago. He really helped my family out, and was sorely missed by myself, the family and all who knew him. He was highly intelligent, a body builder in his 60s/70s, and was mechanically inclined, to say the least. My father and a large group of their friends and my uncles were sitting around working on something in another of my fathers best friends, Will's, paint shop, for all I know it was most likely my mothers 4runner's transmission. Doug needed a knife, and my father pulled his from his pocket and passed it to him. Doug exclaimed that every man should carry a knife, and my father said something akin to "Danny keeps me in knives". They all laughed, my reputation for gifting knives is well known. Most of the men assembled had receive a knife from me, except for Doug, which I feel bad about when reflecting on this.

Anyway, Will, who had first met Doug when they were weight training together, told Doug "Hey old man, where's your knife?" in response to Doug's statement (Will always did, and still does, refer to Doug as The Old Man). The whole group burst out laughing, including Doug, with his trademark swear that I will not share here.