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Sweet! You know, I like the modern high polish knives being made but... there is something about a knife that any boy growing up in the 1920's, 1930's, 1940's or 1960's could own if he was willing to go look for some work. For me growing up on a farm five miles from the nearest town, twenty miles from the nearest one more than two or three blocks long, what else was there to do in the spring, summer or fall besides work? And boy or man, where I grew up, you had to have a pocketknife. You might break it or lose it in the field scraping mud out of the hipping fenders of the planter or leaving it on the tailgate of the old two-tone IH pickup you drove through the field to keep the planter hoppers filled, but you always had a knife of some sort.
Fall and winter was what we called layby and we also had a short one in the mid summer when the cotton, beans and wheat were still maturing. But on layby, if you weren't in school, you went fishing with the farmhands in summer or haunted the ditchbanks and narrow wood scopes between the several hunderd acre fields. Knife in one pocket, a few shells in the other, carrying a single shot Glenfield .22 or an old shotgun. No, not just teens by when you were eight, just like driving the tractor or the pickup. At eight these things were just expected and what was expected, well... you just did.
Oh, and you carried a totesack on your forrays. You know, a coarse burlap bag the cotton, bean and wheat seeds came in. Or if you were lucky, a farm hand's wife would give you a flour sack to use. Berries or poke salet or wild onions or plums or in the late fall, persimmons. You were expected to know where and when to find them and to bring them home when you did. But always the knife. Man just couldn't get work of any type done on the farm without a knife.
I have to agree with Singin ...sounds like a mighty fine life!!


