Schrade shame

Thanks for posting, Rapture. Reading 'how easily our memories get sold or traded on us' makes me think of my childhood home and having to move. It's sad but worth reading.
 
Cory Hess said:
My cousin is a big downtown lawyer and he ended up with my grandfather's old knife, which sits on a shelf in his garage. As far as I know it never gets touched and the only time he's shown any interest in it is to tell his kids to put it down one time when they were messing with it. Oh well. Anyways, thanks a ton for the post.
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Glad you liked it, I was a bit unsure about posting it after I'd seen some of jackknife's work (he is awesome) but I wanted to share a little bit about the way I see things in an effort to perhaps let you understand my outlook.

It's not unheard of and hardly a rare occurrence for things of great sentimental value to be seen as nothing but objects to be bought sold or traded. All too often you see such situations as you find your grandad's knife in possession of someone who doesn't understand the history or sentimentality of such a piece.

It's great to know so many people enjoyed the story, I'm happy I found this forum and I hope all of you are happy and healthy and that you have all the knives you wish for (an impossibility for a true Knife Knut)
 
Great story, I can relate very well, even I was little we used to go to visit my grandparents in Hungary, I remember many afternoons eating lunch with my grandfather, he had an old polish made Hawkbill that he normally used for work but lunch time would come and we'd sit on the stoop in the back yard where he'd pull out the knife slow it on his pants and use it to cut up the rye bread, veggies, (onions, peppers, tomatoes and cucumbers all from the garden) home made szalonna and smoked kielbasa.

Long story short the last time I saw my grandfather alive was '76, I hadn't been back home to Hungary till '06 when I went back with my daughter who coincidentally was about the same age I was the last time I went home. :) Anyway after 6 weeks of visiting friends and relatives I hadn't seen in 30 years, (the entire town was related to me in one way or another) we were getting packed to come back to the US when my cousin said she remembered that I always liked pocket knives and remembered how I used to sit and eat lunch with him and enjoyed it.

So she placed this wrapped little package in my hand later I found a piece of szolonna, kielbasa and my grandfather's knife. She has found it while cleaning my grandmother's house after she had posed away back in the mid 90s, she hung into that knife all those years going to see me again so she could give it to me.

Thanks again for your story

Here's a pic of grandpa's knife as it looks today...

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ETA great gesture j man, that's what I love about the traditional forum, the willingness of members to share and help out a fellow member. :thumbup:
 
That's great erdelyi, I'm glad that you got that beautiful piece of family history. The sharing of these great stories is one of the greatest things about this forum.
 
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