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I have posted often, when this type of thread shows up, that I have wished my ancestors had carried a knife or two. I love the idea of it. Actually holding something that I enjoy that my grandfather or great grandfather carried and used. That idea is what brought me to knives and this forum.
My dad has worked with his hands as a hobby my whole life. He is always building something, remodeling, fixing, or just piddling in the garage. His garage actually has a huge carved out wooden sign that says, "Pap Paw's Piddling." As a kid, I was often drug to help build a barn, shed, patio, work on a neighbors plumbing, electrical, or some project they got stuck on. The amount of tools he has accumulated would make you guess he carried a knife. However, I cant remember ever seeing one.
Today my grandmother, who is 88, called and said she had something for me. When I arrived she said that she had had these in a box and had thought of giving them to me several times. That they were her dads. I was 2 when he passed and he only held me once.
My great grandfather was the soul and savior to my mom's side of the family. My mom's dad passed when she was 7. From the little I knew of her dad he was an abusive alcoholic, who gambled, and fought any chance he could. The few stories shared reveal none are good. My mom's grandfather however was a saint in comparison.
His name was Octor Dewey Spear. He was named that by his mom because he was born on a dewy day in October. He went by O.D. for obvious reasons. They were dirt poor living in Mississippi. My grandmother tells stories of waking up to snow covering the family shared bed due to holes in the roof. That they were also the last folks to get electricity in the county. He had a gentle spirit, a hard working back, a love for fried chicken, homemade biscuits, fishing, family, and above all my great grandmother who was apparently as stubborn as a mule.
I thought I would share a thread on my recent treasure. The smaller pen knife is a Robeson model 622 and the larger a Keen Kutter. Im not sure when he had these or how long but Im honored to have them. A tear or two made in thinking what he meant to my mom and her family.
My dad has worked with his hands as a hobby my whole life. He is always building something, remodeling, fixing, or just piddling in the garage. His garage actually has a huge carved out wooden sign that says, "Pap Paw's Piddling." As a kid, I was often drug to help build a barn, shed, patio, work on a neighbors plumbing, electrical, or some project they got stuck on. The amount of tools he has accumulated would make you guess he carried a knife. However, I cant remember ever seeing one.
Today my grandmother, who is 88, called and said she had something for me. When I arrived she said that she had had these in a box and had thought of giving them to me several times. That they were her dads. I was 2 when he passed and he only held me once.
My great grandfather was the soul and savior to my mom's side of the family. My mom's dad passed when she was 7. From the little I knew of her dad he was an abusive alcoholic, who gambled, and fought any chance he could. The few stories shared reveal none are good. My mom's grandfather however was a saint in comparison.
His name was Octor Dewey Spear. He was named that by his mom because he was born on a dewy day in October. He went by O.D. for obvious reasons. They were dirt poor living in Mississippi. My grandmother tells stories of waking up to snow covering the family shared bed due to holes in the roof. That they were also the last folks to get electricity in the county. He had a gentle spirit, a hard working back, a love for fried chicken, homemade biscuits, fishing, family, and above all my great grandmother who was apparently as stubborn as a mule.
I thought I would share a thread on my recent treasure. The smaller pen knife is a Robeson model 622 and the larger a Keen Kutter. Im not sure when he had these or how long but Im honored to have them. A tear or two made in thinking what he meant to my mom and her family.
