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Hello friends,
If you check out Carl's Lounge you will know my grandmother recently fell and broke her hip. She is due home this friday, and recovery is so much better then we could have hoped. I have been living at her home for the last two weeks. I will continue to stay with her when she gets home on friday until she is 100 percent. So the last couple weeks of staying in her home have been a change in my life. At first it was awkward as could be. The more I think of how my grandfather could be looking down and proud, the more comfortable I have become.
To move on to the point of this, my grandfather was a very structured and organized man. I spent a lot of time with him growing up. Some of his favorite pass times were hiking and bird watching. He was a huge influence in my life and still is today. Well, last night I was talking to my father about the plans for bringing my grandmother home and he told me to look for something. I went looking, something I have not done, and won't unless Im invited. I believe in privacy no matter what level of curiosity may arise. So, I found a hand carved box locked with a key. I gently unlocked the box and lifted the lid. Inside I first noticed old looking stag, hints of silver and a few old boxes, some labeled and some not.
Now I have to stop for a moment and explain something else. My grandfather always loved to check out my knives and he loved to show me his knives. He was more into kitchen cutlery, but he always liked to get out his old Puma White Hunter to show me. He would always say, thats my very best knife
My grandfather had a few Buck fixed blades and always carried a Buck 500 series in a sheath on his belt. Thats what I always remember. The funny thing is, he never showed me one knife from this box. I have to wonder if its because I never seemed interested in the old pocket knives. While I wish he would have been the one to show me the contents of this box, I have to say, it was quite an experience. Time almost stopped and I was in awe. I was worried little of the quality or monetary value of the contents, and more trying to link them to him.
After all of the stories I have read on this forum and all of the passion I have seen, it made the experience even more enjoyable. I couldn't help but to be excited and let my imagination kick in. That is where a time and a place comes in. I have to wonder if my grandfather showed me these before I had gained such a passion and understanding of my own, would I have appreciated seeing them? Or would I have just brushed it off as a box of pocketknives. I think I am lucky to have made the friends I have in this forum, and spent the hours reading everyones stories. I can't describe the experience, but it was better then looking at any of my knives, any high dollar custom, it was just cool.
So without further delay, I want to show the knives I found to the people that helped me gain such an appreciation for them.
Here is the first:
Then the stag that was looking out at me:
A little guy, seems like a money clip sized knife:
This one is really elegant IMO:
Here is one I am not sure, I think it would be smaller then a peanut:
Last but not least:
I hope you guys enjoy seeing these. They are all back locked in the box where I found them. Sitting and waiting for my father to look at them. He told me he never did open it up.
If you check out Carl's Lounge you will know my grandmother recently fell and broke her hip. She is due home this friday, and recovery is so much better then we could have hoped. I have been living at her home for the last two weeks. I will continue to stay with her when she gets home on friday until she is 100 percent. So the last couple weeks of staying in her home have been a change in my life. At first it was awkward as could be. The more I think of how my grandfather could be looking down and proud, the more comfortable I have become.
To move on to the point of this, my grandfather was a very structured and organized man. I spent a lot of time with him growing up. Some of his favorite pass times were hiking and bird watching. He was a huge influence in my life and still is today. Well, last night I was talking to my father about the plans for bringing my grandmother home and he told me to look for something. I went looking, something I have not done, and won't unless Im invited. I believe in privacy no matter what level of curiosity may arise. So, I found a hand carved box locked with a key. I gently unlocked the box and lifted the lid. Inside I first noticed old looking stag, hints of silver and a few old boxes, some labeled and some not.
Now I have to stop for a moment and explain something else. My grandfather always loved to check out my knives and he loved to show me his knives. He was more into kitchen cutlery, but he always liked to get out his old Puma White Hunter to show me. He would always say, thats my very best knife
My grandfather had a few Buck fixed blades and always carried a Buck 500 series in a sheath on his belt. Thats what I always remember. The funny thing is, he never showed me one knife from this box. I have to wonder if its because I never seemed interested in the old pocket knives. While I wish he would have been the one to show me the contents of this box, I have to say, it was quite an experience. Time almost stopped and I was in awe. I was worried little of the quality or monetary value of the contents, and more trying to link them to him.
After all of the stories I have read on this forum and all of the passion I have seen, it made the experience even more enjoyable. I couldn't help but to be excited and let my imagination kick in. That is where a time and a place comes in. I have to wonder if my grandfather showed me these before I had gained such a passion and understanding of my own, would I have appreciated seeing them? Or would I have just brushed it off as a box of pocketknives. I think I am lucky to have made the friends I have in this forum, and spent the hours reading everyones stories. I can't describe the experience, but it was better then looking at any of my knives, any high dollar custom, it was just cool.
So without further delay, I want to show the knives I found to the people that helped me gain such an appreciation for them.
Here is the first:
Then the stag that was looking out at me:
A little guy, seems like a money clip sized knife:
This one is really elegant IMO:
Here is one I am not sure, I think it would be smaller then a peanut:
Last but not least:
I hope you guys enjoy seeing these. They are all back locked in the box where I found them. Sitting and waiting for my father to look at them. He told me he never did open it up.
. Your grandfather was obviously a pragmatic man with a great taste in knives. You are a lucky fellow indeed to get a glimpse into his past in the way that you did.
