This may seem very hoaky to some of you, but I wonder if any of you have experienced feelings such as this.
Maybe it's just me, but there's just something special about reaching into your pocket and feeling that Old Timer with it's rough Delrin scales resting quietly there. The feeling is, well, just let me try to explain.
There is the sense of comfort and well-being that I get when my fingers pass over the ridges on the Delrin. I don't know why. Maybe it's because my dad carried an Old Timer for as long as I can remember. It's like saying, "Dad, I respect your judgement and appreciation for these finely crafted knives, and I want to be just like you and carry on your tradition."
Or, maybe it's because when I touch any part of the knife, I am instantly connected with other lives from the past - those that shaped the raw materials into intermediate parts, those that hand assembled the parts, those that hand inspected the finished product, and the one who performed the final packaging into the box.
Think about it. When you hold a hand-made knife, you are holding in your hand a combination of momemts in time from the past. Those momemts are forever bound to that knife, now interlocked with your life at this particular instant in time.
To all of you who are skilled craftsmen and craftswomen, thank you for your diligence. Thank you for preserving a little piece of your life for the future. Thank you for sharing your craft with the rest of us who so deeply appreciate it.
Maybe it's just me, but there's just something special about reaching into your pocket and feeling that Old Timer with it's rough Delrin scales resting quietly there. The feeling is, well, just let me try to explain.
There is the sense of comfort and well-being that I get when my fingers pass over the ridges on the Delrin. I don't know why. Maybe it's because my dad carried an Old Timer for as long as I can remember. It's like saying, "Dad, I respect your judgement and appreciation for these finely crafted knives, and I want to be just like you and carry on your tradition."
Or, maybe it's because when I touch any part of the knife, I am instantly connected with other lives from the past - those that shaped the raw materials into intermediate parts, those that hand assembled the parts, those that hand inspected the finished product, and the one who performed the final packaging into the box.
Think about it. When you hold a hand-made knife, you are holding in your hand a combination of momemts in time from the past. Those momemts are forever bound to that knife, now interlocked with your life at this particular instant in time.
To all of you who are skilled craftsmen and craftswomen, thank you for your diligence. Thank you for preserving a little piece of your life for the future. Thank you for sharing your craft with the rest of us who so deeply appreciate it.