I see numerous posts here about planned knife purchases and recent acquisitions. I'm rather envious. At this point in my life I'm finding it difficult to rationalize lots of new knives. However, there are about 150 old knife friends in the safe and at the risk of boring ya'll to death, I'd like to share some from time to time.
Almost every Friday afternoon during the 50's and early 60's my parents and I would go into town for vittles and our one restaurant meal of the week. While I suffered through the A&P and the butcher shop, we also went to the "real" hardware store complete with wooden floors and peanut hulls strewn about. While my daddy shopped for what he needed I would gaze in awe at the firearms made from blue steal and walnut, purchase next week's supply of .22 shorts at about twenty cents a box, and of course, drool all over the glass enclosed knife cases.
These two Old Timers came from that wonderful hardware store.
I may be off a little but if memory serves, both were purchased in the early 60's while I was in late grade school or early high school.
I bought the jack knife first but because to a young boy bigger is always better, I purchased the stockman shortly thereafter. Both were major purchases made with my paper route earnings and chore money. I "worked" for my parents; a fair arrangement if you ask me. Some of my friends got allowances, but that word was not in my parent's vocabulary.
I really didn't tote the jack all that much but the stockman was my main EDC throughout most of high school and college. It was used for whatever needed to be done. One day I found the tip had gone MIA although I don't recall how or why. I do remember sharpening out the booboo in our shop and my father made me work the blade by hand rather than use a grinder. The tip on the jack was lost during sharpening and was also "fixed" in the shop.
The stockman served me admirably all those years and I moved away from it after college. I simply don't recall why I stopped carrying the stockman but I suspect it was because of some blade play that was developing from the use/abuse I had inflicted upon the poor thing.
I've carried both off and on over the years and now they are seeing some pocket time as I move back to my traditional knife roots.
Both are treasured parts of my knife collection, my memories, and my past.
dan
Almost every Friday afternoon during the 50's and early 60's my parents and I would go into town for vittles and our one restaurant meal of the week. While I suffered through the A&P and the butcher shop, we also went to the "real" hardware store complete with wooden floors and peanut hulls strewn about. While my daddy shopped for what he needed I would gaze in awe at the firearms made from blue steal and walnut, purchase next week's supply of .22 shorts at about twenty cents a box, and of course, drool all over the glass enclosed knife cases.
These two Old Timers came from that wonderful hardware store.
I may be off a little but if memory serves, both were purchased in the early 60's while I was in late grade school or early high school.
I bought the jack knife first but because to a young boy bigger is always better, I purchased the stockman shortly thereafter. Both were major purchases made with my paper route earnings and chore money. I "worked" for my parents; a fair arrangement if you ask me. Some of my friends got allowances, but that word was not in my parent's vocabulary.
I really didn't tote the jack all that much but the stockman was my main EDC throughout most of high school and college. It was used for whatever needed to be done. One day I found the tip had gone MIA although I don't recall how or why. I do remember sharpening out the booboo in our shop and my father made me work the blade by hand rather than use a grinder. The tip on the jack was lost during sharpening and was also "fixed" in the shop.
The stockman served me admirably all those years and I moved away from it after college. I simply don't recall why I stopped carrying the stockman but I suspect it was because of some blade play that was developing from the use/abuse I had inflicted upon the poor thing.
I've carried both off and on over the years and now they are seeing some pocket time as I move back to my traditional knife roots.
Both are treasured parts of my knife collection, my memories, and my past.
dan
