the old man

atakach

atakach

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WOW,WOW,WOW,!!!

Did I say WOW! Ok, so I was going through the thousands of pics I have in folders of my children, and life in general, and I happened apon this pic. It is of my origional 10'x10' forge shop! Before his heart surgery, my dad used to come out on saturday nights and we'd smash steel into the weee hrs of the morning. He hadn't ever really done any smith'en till I got involved, and he tinkered around a bit just for fun, but it was good times we used to spend on those saturday nights.

I believe this is the only pic I have not only of him hammering, but the only pic I have of my origional forge shop, i put that shop together in 2003......man i loved that shop, and miss it dearly:( But the new one while not as nostalgic, is more bennificial, and has allowed for me to grow into knifemaking more.

Sadly since the pic my father had a quadruple bypass,valve replacement, and shortly after recovering from that he was hit with colon cancer and has had a major life style change since, but he still gets up every day thank god, and while he dosent hang in the shop with me anymore, I still have those memories to hold onto.

Thanks for reading and sorry for my poor punctuation and grammar:confused:

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cherish those memories! it's awesome that you still have your dad even with the health issues. my dad died at 45, i was only 25. i wish that i had, had more time to make memories like you have. the worst is he never got to meet my kids

jake
 
i can sympathize with you to a degree jake, he's actually my step dad, but only on a technicality, to me he's dad.

my real dad died when i was 16, he like your father never, met my children, and my kids just refer to him as the guy in the picture, because of photo of him that hangs on the wall.

thanks, and yes those were cherrishable memmories
 
i can really relate now. my biological father didnt want anything to do with me, my dad married my mom when i was about two. he's all i've ever known.

its a special thing to know you were chosen isnt it. when he chose your mom he chose you to

jake
 
well i had a relationship with me bio-father,but it wasnt the same thing, and as far as my mom and step dad, well it's always been the joke, he chose/married her for me, not her:p

hehehe
 
My stepfather taught me more about life than my real father. He had a small shop in the basement and encouraged us to make thing. Mom got a little excited when we got lessons in explosives. He knew he had a curious tribe and wanted us to know how not to blow ourselves up. He sporterized us all an Enfield or Springfield and made all the boys muzzleloaders in that small shop. For several years after he passed I would catch myself thinking, wait till I tell the old man about this.
 
ib2v4u said:
My stepfather taught me more about life than my real father. He had a small shop in the basement and encouraged us to make thing. Mom got a little excited when we got lessons in explosives. He knew he had a curious tribe and wanted us to know how not to blow ourselves up. He sporterized us all an Enfield or Springfield and made all the boys muzzleloaders in that small shop. For several years after he passed I would catch myself thinking, wait till I tell the old man about this.
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sounds much lik my youth, the small basement shop,reloading,ect. even blowing stuff up. how about home made carbite cannons.....sure do make a boom:)
 
mrnewberry said:
I need to get my dad over to my shop so he can make a knife. I think we would both enjoy it.
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there's no "i think" about it, maybe not now, but sooner or later those memories will become prized possesions, more valuable than any material things you have.

i have a few sets of tongs that my dad made in my first shop, that are priceless in my opinion;)

dont wait, once my father got sick i soon realized there were things i needed to do, and i had put them off for a long time, but after him having health issues, i made it a point to do those things, like they say, "tomorrow is promised to no one";)
 
I'll never forget my dad coming home from work after me making my first
knife, mild steel, wash machine grinder, iodine dyed handle slabs. When I
showed it to him with my bright proud eyes he said "Boy what in the hell
were you doin?" That was a long time ago.
Ken.
 
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