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I have to share this story I heard todayBy the mid 1970's, the once-great Sheffield cutlery house of Joseph Rodgers, despite having taken over its long-term rival George Wostenholm (IXL), was on it's last legs, and was first bought by the relative newcomer Richards of Sheffield, and then in turn by Imperial. The move to the Richard's factory was not popular with the Rodgers-Wostenholm cutlers, and possibly even less so with the Rodgers management, if indeed there was a place for them at Richards at all. They still held loads of the old Rodgers and Wostenholm stock, from blades and parts to finished knives, but the cutlers were simply told to "Get rid of it" by their old gaffers, and the nearest place to dump it all was in the River Sheaf, which ran next to the factory! So out of the windows it went!
News went round, and a few handfuls of penknives were rescued, but some of them may still be rusting away in the river, or were washed away decades ago
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Interesting story Jack. I suppose the Sheaf builds up to be a fair torrent every year, otherwise it might be interesting to run a metal detector around during summer. The metal would be worthless but I bet any ebony, blackwood and possibly stag materials would be salvageable. Those Youtube clips you posted a while ago of Patrick Dickinson exploring the underground rivers and the Megatron in Sheffield were fascinating.
I used to work for one of the big US tool companies which were founded in New England in the 19th century, and you wouldn’t believe the amount of tools of all kinds which were thrown away, simply because they couldn’t be sold as new.
I sure wish at least one set of parents hadn't named their short, plump offspring after ME!![]()
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Ha, my pop culture knowledge must be a little skewed. I’d always thought this guy was The Other Jack Black:


‘Jack Black was writing from experience, having spent thirty years (fifteen of which were spent in various prisons) as a traveling criminal and offers tales of being a cross-country stick-up man, home burglar, petty thief, and opium fiend.’ -from the Wikipedia entry.




Hope you managed to decompress after your stressful day, with a tasty beverage, my friend.
Preston, that cut sounds nasty, I hope the brass edge wasn’t too burred. At least nicks with sharp knives knit and heal quickly.
Went for a quick relaxing walk out in the local forest this afternoon:


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