My Father's knife

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My Father passed away this week at the age of 79. He was a veteran of the Korean War and had lost his left leg (as well as sustaining a number of other serious wounds) in the war.

In spite of that fact he managed to graduate from college, marry, and have a family. He was extremely self-sufficient in spite of his handicaps: he raised a garden and did a whole lot of other physical labor that most two-legged men are too lazy to do today. Shortly after I was born he dug a hole for a 1000 gallon septic tank with nothing but a shovel, the laid a tank from concrete blocks by himself!

Time had taken a toll and when arthritis set in in his remaining knee he gradually became unable to care for himself. He had lived alone since my mother passed away in 1986 and with no one to help him he decided (against my wishes) to move into the state Veteran's home two years ago. As it turned out, he made the correct decision because he really needed the kind of care they could provide. Like the true unselfish gentleman he was, he hid how far he had declined from my brother and I as long as he could so we wouldn't worry about him being at home alone.

He was honest, honorable, and above all a true gentleman. It was only in the last few weeks before he died that his sense of optimism and 'can-do' attitude began to diminish at all. Everything I know about what it means to be a man I learned from him. I will miss him terribly for the rest of my life.

Before he moved out of his home he emptied the stuff in his pockets he wouldn't be taking with him onto the kitchen counter. One of the things he left behind was this knife. It had previously been carried by my Grandfather and Dad picked it up and put it in his pocket when Grandpa died in 1977, I think it was the only knife he carried from that point on. The jigged bone is worn almost smooth in places and it shows the signs of two lifetimes of honest use.

The workers at Case Knives should feel honored that such an exceptional man chose this knife to be his constant companion for over 30 years. Of all the knives I have ever owned, or ever will, this plain Case has just become the most cherished.

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Here's to hoping that everytime you pick that history rich Case knife up you feel the presence of your father and his father before him.

And know that they look down upon you with pride that is immeasurable. Everyone that reads this should aspire to teach others by example and live as your father did.

My grandfather on my mother's side was like that. He could do anything. He had a farm and built houses, motors, tended livestock, you name it....he did it.

My grandpa was hit in the leg by an enemy Japanese sniper in WWII. One leg was shorter than the other. Never slowed him down. He worked the farm and drove a mail truck at night. I never saw him sleep. He never complained about anything.

Men like that are hard to find now. And we are worse off as a nation for it.

Regards.

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My father had a knife almost exactly like that when he passed away. Only difference was my fathers knife was 3 bladed...
 
Just amazing.
Thanks for sharing with all of us.
Honestly very touching. Could feel all your emotions.
I hope you get to carry that Case until one of your children pick it up.
 
That's a nice one to be sure and well used. That's the cool thing about slipjoints, they usually have more history/heirloomablilty than locking blades.

However, in a couple generations guys will be posting "my grandfather's Delica" or "my uncle's Sebenza" threads.
 
Your dad had taste. Sounds like he was a never quit man, and lived a full life.

Put another lifetime of usage on that knife. Use it till it is just little nubs, or pass it on before it gets there.

Mine carried one similar but in a different pattern. Comes out a couple times a year for carving or apple peeling if it needs it or not.
 
Sorry for your loss,he sounds like he was a good man.I know you'll cherish the memories and that knife.
 
I'm sorry for your loss and appreciate the tribute you have shared with us. It will get a little easier to bear as time passes, I know, I lost my dad in 2005. He was a WW2 vet. As I type this I can see the old Boker Copperhead that he carried, as well as his picture on the bookcase. I still miss him everyday.
 
Thank you very much for sharing a piece of your fathers very inspiring life with us. I'm deeply sorry for your loss and I"m glad that you have something so special to remember him by. Something that he used and carried with him daily on this short journey we call life. That's the beauty of a great knife. The best ones can be passed down and cherished for generations.
 
Sorry to hear about your loss. My dad's been gone for quite a while now; I wish I had something like that to remember him by. He wasn't a knife person, though.
 
Thanks for sharing this with us man, and im sorry for your loss...it sounds like he lived a full life and was a great man! Its very cool that you have that case to remember him by and im sure you will pass it on as he passed it on to you!
 
"Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves: will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?"

----Odysseus, to Achilles
 
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Thanks for sharing. Very sorry for your loss. If it could talk, I'm sure that old Case has many stories it could tell. Hope it speaks kindly to you.
 
Your Dad sounds like quite a man, we are losing way too many of them these days. My Dad was similar, WW2 vet, died in 2005. His knives are absolutely my most cherished, no real $$$ value, but absolutely irreplaceable to me.

I hope jackknife sees this thread, he always knows the right thing to say here.
 
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