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I like the look of age that comes with a well used knife. They always make me think of my grandfather. He always had a slipjoint in his pocket. He was both an airplane mechanic (Boeing by trade) and a farmer (by happenstance), who for many years ran an auto repair shop to help keep the family farm running.
My fondest childhood memories are of visiting the farm, and playing in the fields and small vineyard. The farm house was a simple, small shake roof affair, with a dirt cellar full of my grandma's canned food.
He could literally fix anything growing up. TV's, toasters, cars, trucks, tractors, pumps.
He was the kind of grandfather, that when his young grandson found an old roofing hatched stuck in a tree, took that hatchet and sharpened it up, and gave it back to me. His only instruction was not to use it on any of his fruit trees, or the big tire swing tree.
The only thing of his that I have right now is his trusty old barlow.
congrats to the winner.
My fondest childhood memories are of visiting the farm, and playing in the fields and small vineyard. The farm house was a simple, small shake roof affair, with a dirt cellar full of my grandma's canned food.
He could literally fix anything growing up. TV's, toasters, cars, trucks, tractors, pumps.
He was the kind of grandfather, that when his young grandson found an old roofing hatched stuck in a tree, took that hatchet and sharpened it up, and gave it back to me. His only instruction was not to use it on any of his fruit trees, or the big tire swing tree.
The only thing of his that I have right now is his trusty old barlow.
congrats to the winner.
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