I'm a hugh fan of "Jackknife's" stories. He takes me back to a time when I was growing up in Tidewater, Virginia and makes me remember my grandfather who was a welder on the C&O railroad. Everyday I realize, more and more, just how much Granddaddy taught me about the world.
He was a "no-nonsense" kind of man and always had a Schrade penknife in his pocket. He used it for everything: scraping ashes from his pipe: pealing an apple; cleaning a squirrel that he was going to use in his delicious Brunswick Stew. It didn't matter what, that penknife was his do-all tool. As I write this, I can see that knife and wish that I had it as a reminder of him... but it disappeared a long time ago.
I like Jackknife's stories because he writes a lot about how our friends and family are always with us...even after they've passed on. Granddaddy was always making me think and reconsider things...look at something from the other side of the river, so to speak. These days, I've been thinking a lot about Jackknife's stories about paring back, doing things simply -- going with only one knife as our fathers and grandfathers did.
I'll admit it -- I'm a knife head. I have quite a number of production slipjoints and a couple of custom slipjoints that I find so beautiful that I hesitate to them pull them out and use them in the day to day world. But these days I'm a long way from the world that Granddaddy knew: I work in an office in NYC in a world he would never even think of setting foot in and, if he did, he'd have a hard time understanding why I love it so much.
Today I carried a new, Victorinox Black Alox Classic (2 1/4" keychain knife). It weighs nothing at all and would probably last a lifetime if I took care of it the way Granddaddy took care of his knife. During the course of the day, it easily handled all of the tasks I require from a knife during the Monday through Friday workweek. I think that unless we use our knives as tools at work (cutting drywall or carpet, etc.) maybe all we really need is a small, simple keychain/penknife for day to day use and a good solid utility, jackknife or stockman for weekends and for work around the house.
But this doesn't mean that all of those slipjoints sitting in my cigar box aren't important. Maybe they aren't essential tools in the way that Granddaddy's penknife was but they are essential to me. Everytime I pick one up, it reminds me of Granddaddy and keeps his world alive in my heart.
I guess that sometimes, a tool does a lot more than it was designed to do.
Thanks for listening,
Rudd