Knifetales from my forestvillage.

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When I was a kid growing up in the large woods just beneath the mountains there vere still old men from the old times alive. They have earned their living in the woods. Living in cabins whole winters logging, far from home, or during the summer working with following the timber downstreem the big flods. They often had small farms that also required hard work. They had a few cows and hens and mabye if they were wealthy even a horse. The familys were big and money was scarce. My grandfather now soon to be 98 years old is the last living of them.
This was men who mastered their few working tools. Logsaws with double handles, big axes, shovels, boats and timberhooks, and also knifes.
I almost never saw them without a knife and it was always a reed handle (or used to be reedhandle) mora knife. The realy old knifes hadent the reed handle just plain birch. Anyway most of them was brownish after use in the nature with much kontakt with blood, fat, and water. They stuck to the standard size of 11 cm klade and 11 cm handle, and had fibre sheats as this was before the plastic sheat times. Often the blades was bouth thinner and shorter due to the use of the handdriven grinding wheels. The sharpening stones of sandstone was always close by. Its hard to me to tell if they only had one knife each or if it was a few, as the knifes all looked the same.

In the days I knew them they were elderly men with time for drinking coffee and talking about older times. Mostly they talked about horses or cabins in the forest or historys from forestworking, hunting and fishing but I remember them talk about knifes also.
One can think that they must have agreed about the best knife as their knifes looked so close to eathother but I can tell you they diskussed lively about it. It was all about the blades, all of them agreed that laminated steel was the best but was it Eriksson, Frost or Jönsson that was the masters of lamination?
My grandfather thought Frost was the best (and he still does), FallJohan thought as him, The legendary hunter and worker Zakarias, strong as an ox and 2 meters tall,was all in for Eriksson and so was my grandfathers brother Olof, and the brothers Rönning, Olle and Theodor, was strongly for Jönsson. Walter Swedlund, that as a old man drowe my schoolbus was a odd man in the bunch, He had a shorter (mabye 8 cm) reed handle Frost and thought that a shorter blade was usable. he was the only one that didnt think 10-11 cm was the real size for a real knife. I have seen a few knifes that belonged to them that arent traditional moraknifes but I never saw tham carry their nicer knifes. For ex Theodor Rönning had a very nice knife with a silver sheath and curly birch handle. He got it from his mother when he turned 50 and even though he lived to be more than 85 years old it nowadays rests unused as new in his brothers sons livingroom as one of the heirlooms of long gone times. I belive though I have the real treasure as Im the one having his old Jönsson Mora that he actually carried for a lot of his older days. And what a knife, Its knifes like this thats makes legends of the past.

Bosse
 
And what a knife, Its knifes like this thats makes legends of the past.

Bosse[/QUOTE]

And its these types of stories that keep the traditional feeling alive Bosse :thumbup:
 
In the middle of the summer 1972 my family went for a daytrip to the border of Norway to by Suggar and cheese as Norway in those days was a country with sheap merchandices. In the small shop at the border there was some gourdious knifes. My unckle Edner bought himself a Martini Lappinleuku and I cried all the way home because I didnt get a simular one. Later in my life I bought that very modell but at this time my parents thought it was to expensive and also to big for a small lad.

Some Weeks later when the moosehunt was coming up my unckle Edner came by our home when I sat in the sand under a big tree in front of the house where we had our toys . It was not usual for him to take interest in us playing so I payed attention. When he got to me, he reached for his backpocket and gave me a small knife. It was a rather small mora with a leather sheat. It was a beautiful knife of the sort Mora did in the old days. I remember my joy. First it was a beautiful knife perfectly sised for a small kid This was my hunting, fishing and wittlingknife of my shildhood and I still got it. My own sons love to lock at it and hear me talk about memories.

The lappinleuku my uncle bought in norway started a new era of knifes in Digerberget. The old men carryed their Moras the whole life but the generation after them, my fathers generation started using Martiinis. It was only the lappinleuku 230 that I saw but for a ten year period they were as common with the young men that the moras was with the older ones. As the middle aged men more than the old men was my heroes at the time my big knife dream become a lappinleuku. I now have three of those and use them sometimes. But time have prooved for me at least that the old mens moras actually is the better knifes as compared with the younger mens martiinis. I dare say that they bouth have a simple usable style and that they bouth are light and strong enough but the old laminated carbon moras is superiour when judging the quality of the steel.

I will post later of my generations ideals.

Bosse
 
always love bosse's tales since they harken back to times similar to 1890 to 1910 in the usa. we were also a rural population until after the 40s. many small farms still used mules & draft horses to till the soil. a simpler & more american time to myself. americans carried the folders instead of straight knives although i never thought folders had any advantage except portability. we did'nt have any money but had as much fun hunting lizards with sling shots as any kid punching a keyboard. please tell us more bosse.---dennis
 
great thread. Really got me thinking about the past--a time I never had the chance to live but love to read about. Thank you

-Mark
 
The place I grew up was an odd place since it was a remain from older times also with swdish standards. I grew up in a village ,Digerberget (great montain) with aprox 25 inhabitants. Most were old men. Its in the middle of the swedish part of the northern Taiga and its only small villages in the area and not close to eachother.
My grandparents and later my parents had a little farm, with 10 cows, some hens, a pig in the summer. They farmed for hey to the cows and potatoes and roots. They also had a little forest so they could make wood for the stowe and timber for barnboards. They hunted and fished for food and ate with the milk and what they harvested. Only a small amount of what was needed was bought in stores. Berries in the forest was also a source for food and I doubt they ever bought fruit like bananas or oranges like we do now. People living like this need a knife badly often but dont like to loose scarce money on bying things. This is probobly why the Moraknife was so strong prefered among them. That and the fact they needed good tools. When I was a kid in the 70-ties they all was old men and women living there and most of my fathers generation have mooved to towns to work factorys or carpenting. Tractors and chainsaws ruled in the forest and a lot fewer men was needed for that work and trucks had replaced the waterways for mooving the timber to the mills.
Those old men from the past all carried sheathknives of the scanditype, mostly mora. I also had a mora or two but longed for a folder. When I was 10 me and my brother Lars got EKA 38 knifes as cristmasgifts from our uncle Edner. We had some sovenirfolders with picture of a castle and corkscrews on them but this was something else. Folders that was sharp and sturdy without wobbling blades. It was a pleasure for a kid to get this gift and it was my only folder up to I moved to a small town for university. I then understod that folders was the deal if I wanted to carry knifes in public areas. For a young man that carried a knife sinse age 5-6 its not a choice to stop carry a knife.

Bosse
 
Great thread.

I know a couple people who swear by EKA folders. Is this the 38 you're talking about?

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Found it after a quick search, I really like it. Planning on picking one up. :thumbup:
 
Great story, Bosse!. It never ceases to amaze me how our grandfathers got by with so little, yet did so much. A good lesson for the later generations.

Carl.
 
Yes that is the 38. Mine had a yellow handle. I still have it, and a orange one belonged to my brother and a reed one I picked up for my sons, and a white one in my toolbox, a stainless beather and the one I use most, a wooden one.

Bosse
 
Today We are almost back to carry just moras again, all exept from me. Its not longer partly because of poverty but just that a swedish user dont have to look longer than that to find a good knife. Its no longer the wooden handle ones. I see the men from my suroundings carry clippers, 511 or hultafors for work and Mora 2000 to the forest. They all know how to use a knife extensively but doesnt bother about looking further than needed. I know them to own bouth modern knifes, folders and handmade traditionals but they just use what they think work best for the things they need be done. Mabye using their fancy knifes to shooting range or winter fishing.

Bosse
 
Thanks for the posts. I spend a fair amount of time in the General Forum. It never ceases to amaze me how many posters there have no idea that that you don't have to have a fancy knife to take care of your everyday needs.
 
When I was about 13 years old my father and mother took me and my smaller brother Lars to Östersund. It was in the middle of the summer just before harvestseason and we had some time to amuse ourselfes. It was a big market there that we was suposed to attend. We had bouth a small sum of money and we was heading for knifes. This was a big event because our parents wasnt wealthy at all. They had a small farm with 10 cows a few hens and a pig during the summer. This provided us with milk, eggs and meat but didnt give much of an inkom. It was primary my mothers work to do this as my father also was working a traktor in the forest, lumbering. Also this was and still is a low wages work here in Sweden. My parents also fished and my father hunted and we grew potatoes and roots on the property. In the authums they picked lots of berries bouth for jam and lemonad and to sell for some income. So we had plenty of food but little money.

Bouth me and Lars had saved for a longer period, presentmoney from birthdays, selling our small pots of berries and selling fishes to the old men that was kind enough to bye even though they fished themselves.
This is part of the love I feel for those old men and their women, even now when they are gone since long times. People like them have their place in our harts for eternity. They are the lightest of loads a man can carry.

Lars and me had our plans for the knifes. We had cousins and relativs in our ages that had new knifes. I had a fine but smaller mora, Edner gave me when I was six years old and I also had a Scoutknife marked Hammerdal that my parents brought back from a small hollidaytrip and Lars had about the same, but now we were out bying the knifes that would make us men.
Our cousin Anders had a Helle sportkniv 99 and even a Stiga that was fulltang (absolutly unknown construktion for us). Pierre had a Brusletto Hunter that we almost saw upon as a sword as the blade was 13 cm, and Hans had a Martiini Lappinleuku 230, just like my unkle Edners. The Martiini had a dangling sheat and a metall brick ontop making it the most beautiful item of the world.
When we came to the market we saw lots of knifes, mabye a houndred modells but there in the middle among them the martiinis was to be found. We took our time, selekting the ones with beautiful curly birch handles and then we bought them. They were 99 skr, the most expensive thing I ever bought uptil then but I did it with a light hart as my dreams fullfilled that day. I belive Lars to have had the exact same feelings about it.

Man, I have carryed that knife many days and many kilometers through summers, winters, hunting, fishing, working my parents farm and even on occations on a more rustic barberque partys. It now rests in my drawer, The blade that was 11 cm in the beginning is now 8,5 cm after many turns on the grindingwheel, The handle lacks all tarnish and now has a deep oiled finish and a rather browngray coulour and the woren sheath is dark brown. My brother lost his in the woods after many years and he emediately bought himself a new one that he carryed to his to early death. Its now resting beside my old one. I also have a new since mabye ten years that I carry sometimes but nowadays I dont appritiate the Dangling sheath the same way I did as a Child.

Bosse
 
I wish I could convey more adequately how much I am enjoying these stories. Keep them coming. I'm starting to feel like I'm there (or was there).
 
Bosse, I love your stories of a time gone by in a place very far from my own land. It's like a window to another life that is way different than I had growing up. Once thing though does stand out in my mind; no matter how different a life style, there is a similarity of working men, who may not have much money, but are rich because they have old time values. No matter if lumbermen in Sweden, coal miners in the mountains of Appalachia, or hard working watermen on the Chesapeake Bay. Different setting, same kind of men.

Carl.
 
Jackknife and knarfeng. Its obvious if you look at extensive knifeusers how well they use their tools. They dont have to be pretty tools, just of good quality. Its the knife extending the hand, and the hand and head holding the knowledge, that is the important thing when using a tool.

Me for the life of it cant understand why the blades has to be so thick and sturdy. I f you know your tools you dont have to press them beyond their limits and a sharp thin edge dont need so much violence or prying to go through the material. Zakarias that was known even in my neyborhood to be a extreemly strong man being two meters long and having a mountain of muscles, and very serious cutting work to do, didnt break his Eriksson mora. Those men just didnt destroy their few posessions often. They bouth used boddy AND head when using their knifes.

Bosse
 
so much wisdom told in a humbling fashion. i'm embarassed by the relative wealth we experienced growing up. my folks were'nt poor but if we wanted to see a movie we walked along the roadways picking up soda bottles to sell for 2 cents & the pictures were only 12 cents admission. bosse grew up in a true 1900 american environment, the big difference was our opportunities were greatly vaster. as much as we wish for simpler times life moves only forward & these wonderful experiences are only memories now. thanks for relaying the richness of your growing up.--dennis
 
Dennis, nowadays I kling to bouth worlds. I have my income from child psykiarti, working as a terapist together with familys. Its a wonderful work and very modern to its nature. The men I write about wouldnt have talked to a stranger about how to raise their kids. On the other hand that life was simpler in the way children and adults didnt have a lot of strange shoices.

In my and my familys freetime, (witch We prioritise to have a lot of), we often travel to our two cottages. One on the old farm in Digerberget, witch now is mine, and to our secound cottage in my wifes environment of roots, In the high and wast woods, lakes and mountains of lappland. Her father is a man of great knowledge how to survive the forests. I had learnt many things before I met him but I have to say I recon he is my most knowledable teacher And a very good friend Ive spent much time with in boats and on foot.

And he has a big interest in knifes. He wants handmade not to fancy scandis of the standardsize and dont even own a folder as far as I know.

Bosse
 
That is an interesting observation. I have worked with kids and their families for years. Sometimes I miss the 'way things were when I was a kid'...but jobs like mine didn't exist when I was a kid. And they do a lot of good.

Dennis, nowadays I kling to bouth worlds. I have my income from child psykiarti, working as a terapist together with familys. Its a wonderful work and very modern to its nature. The men I write about wouldnt have talked to a stranger about how to raise their kids. On the other hand that life was simpler in the way children and adults didnt have a lot of strange shoices.

In my and my familys freetime, (witch We prioritise to have a lot of), we often travel to our two cottages. One on the old farm in Digerberget, witch now is mine, and to our secound cottage in my wifes environment of roots, In the high and wast woods, lakes and mountains of lappland. Her father is a man of great knowledge how to survive the forests. I had learnt many things before I met him but I have to say I recon he is my most knowledable teacher And a very good friend Ive spent much time with in boats and on foot.

And he has a big interest in knifes. He wants handmade not to fancy scandis of the standardsize and dont even own a folder as far as I know.

Bosse
 
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