Story of a Case Large Congress

I liked it a lot and it had some very humourous parts to it! As with the uselessness of your Great Uncle's mania for getting things and hoarding stuff, where does it all get you in the end? Nowhere. Your dad had the right mind, common decency.Your friend too, for using something with pleasure that is still owned.

I wonder what will happen to my knife collection, none of my family are at all interested in it. I'd just like it to go to people who enjoy the knives and understand them, can't ask for better!
 
Nice story and something to think about.
I have meet a lot of young guys over the years who recived knives from uncles and old friends. They wanted to know more of the history on the pattern or company. It's a nice way to pass a collection on and to be remembered.

Dan
 
Thank you.

Your story is one more good reason to be alive today. Thank you for sharing. Thank you for giving of your time to your friend and his family.
 
hats off tomcrx for the best story i've heard in a long time. your dad was a great humanitarian, certainly a credit to the species.
 
tomcrx said:
Thanks for the compliments guys. I really wish I could do more justice to the story but I lack some of the skills. It makes me question sometimes why we collect anything. Without the history of what we are collecting it is just all pretty baubles.
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That thought has been on my mind many many times. One of the best friends I've ever had, was Bill Moran, a well known knifesmith. Bill had a principle of life he went by. He always said that the best destiny of any object was to be used for what it was made for. No exeptions.

Bill loved vintage muzzle loaders. He traded one of his knives for a 1847 Purdy rifle. A beautiful work of art, with relief engraving on the English walnut stock, and fantasic engraving on the gun itself. Bill shot the gun, museum piece that it was, and when he sighted it in for the load he worked up for it, took it hunting on a friends farm. He bagged a very nice buck with it at 90 yards.

Some time later, a fellow from the Smithsonion museum tracked the gun down to Bill, asked if he could come see it. Bill told the young fellow to come on up. When the Smithsonion guy gets his hands on the rifle, he's ohhing and ahhing, and Bill mentions that he got a nice deer with it. Smithsonion guy looks like he's going to swoon. Bill tells him a rifle that good needs to be used, as it was what it was made for.

Seems like a good idea.
 
Great stories! You should send them into Steve Shackleford at Blade Magazine and let the rest of the knife community enjoy the true essence that can evolve through used knives.
 
Tom,this was excellent & Thanks for writing it
-Vince
 
tomcrx said:
..It makes me question sometimes why we collect anything. Without the history of what we are collecting it is just all pretty baubles.
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your story is a very heart felt one and i enjoyed it quite throughly and i think your comment here hit it on the head on why. well put and thanx.

colt
 
Great story, great message-once we're gone, hopefully we live on through memories, and knives we have left for others to enjoy!!!
 
Tom very good story and thanks for taking time to share, the last part brought a tear, I must be getting soft.

Bob
 
A wonderful read and wonderful memories! Thanks for sharing it with us.
 
Great story, sounds like your father taught you a good lesson on being a straight up man.
 
tomcrx said:
Thanks for the compliments guys. I really wish I could do more justice to the story but I lack some of the skills. It makes me question sometimes why we collect anything. Without the history of what we are collecting it is just all pretty baubles.
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That really hit home with me. My Dad died first, my Mom 3 years later. We had to divide up everything, and it was really sad. So many things that had so many memories, all sentimental value. Some of them mean the world to me, but my kids will just throw it all away. Memories don't always pass down the generations.

It was a great story. Your Dad and Jim sound like great men, the kind we all want to know and have as neighbors.
 
coop1957 said:
Great story. Makes me appreciate the here and now.
I often wonder what will become of my knives/stuff when I am gone.
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I've always said that I wanted to die doing something I love or as a result of doing something I love. This kinda indicates a rather sudden, unexpected sort of death. But, if it gets down to an endgame with poor health, I plan to pass, sell, give away my stuff to people I know that will enjoy it. In this type of endgame, I don't want it to be left for people to steal from my family or the family to be ripped off.

This story makes me think about such things. It is a great story, thanks for sharing it.

EJ
 
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