We all have seen or heard of the hand-me-down knife that belonged to a uncle or grandfather or family friend. Some were so used that they resembled sharp toothpicks and relics, and we wonder what stores they could tell. Others were new or almost new and lived their life in the sock drawer. I noticed the difference in thier reception by family members when I did a huge downsize many years ago.
I had laid out all my knives on a table that I wasn't using anymore, and invited the family over for some hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill, and a knife giveaway. Over dinner I explained to them that I was lightening my load, and as I was looking at old fart status in the very near future, I just didn't need all that much stuff. Some of the family was shocked and asked me in a panicked voice if I was all right. Others instantly understood and thanked me for the opportunity.
Kids, grandkids, nephews, Nieces, cousins and second cousins all chicken eyed and coon fingered the knives that were on the table. I noticed a very distinct difference in how the knife was viewed and handled depending on if it looked well used or not. One of my knives, my old Buck 301 that I had carried in the last few years of my army service and almost 20 years after was beat up and worn looking but still very serviceable. My grandson Ryan and nephew Mark almost came to blows over that knife, while an almost new 303 cadet was glanced at but passed over in the initial run on the table. My nephew was more than pleased when I gave him my old Eye-Brand small sodbuster with a blade that was a dark blue and iridescent purple with patina and dinged up wood handles with a linseed oil finish. An old alox SAK that has the red anodizing almost mostly worn off was coveted more than and almost new Victorinox cadet that I thought the handle too thin and had not used much.
By the time it was all over, most all the knives had found new homes with family members with only a few that nobody showed much interest in. Those knives were a few that people had gifted me over the years, (non family members who didn't know me as well as they thought) and had the idea of "Hey, ol Carl like knives, lets give him a knife!" And it was some Franklin mint thing or some gaudy commemorative thing celebrating John Deer tractors or such nonsense. I ended up just giving them to the local church bazar for a good cause. They maybe got a few bucks for the charity. They meant nothing to me and so they meant nothing to my family.
But the memory stayed with me that the stuff the family seems to value theist was, the new that looked like I had dragged them through the war. In a few cases I had done jus that, but all of the giveaways were well used for the most part, give or take a few degrees. The wear on them seemed to increase the desirability of them. The few safe queens I had got almost no attention.
Are we fooling ourselves by buying a brand new knife and stashing it for a future gift to some family member who may or may not appreciate it because there are no memories attached to it? A sterile brand new whatever with no use on it at all? I wonder if half the gift is the memories that have attached to it because you took out camping/hunting/fishing/ and pocket carried it everyday of your life that you're had it. It's built up a charisma, and aura of all your own memories of it and it's become part of your character.
Just food for thought.
I had laid out all my knives on a table that I wasn't using anymore, and invited the family over for some hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill, and a knife giveaway. Over dinner I explained to them that I was lightening my load, and as I was looking at old fart status in the very near future, I just didn't need all that much stuff. Some of the family was shocked and asked me in a panicked voice if I was all right. Others instantly understood and thanked me for the opportunity.
Kids, grandkids, nephews, Nieces, cousins and second cousins all chicken eyed and coon fingered the knives that were on the table. I noticed a very distinct difference in how the knife was viewed and handled depending on if it looked well used or not. One of my knives, my old Buck 301 that I had carried in the last few years of my army service and almost 20 years after was beat up and worn looking but still very serviceable. My grandson Ryan and nephew Mark almost came to blows over that knife, while an almost new 303 cadet was glanced at but passed over in the initial run on the table. My nephew was more than pleased when I gave him my old Eye-Brand small sodbuster with a blade that was a dark blue and iridescent purple with patina and dinged up wood handles with a linseed oil finish. An old alox SAK that has the red anodizing almost mostly worn off was coveted more than and almost new Victorinox cadet that I thought the handle too thin and had not used much.
By the time it was all over, most all the knives had found new homes with family members with only a few that nobody showed much interest in. Those knives were a few that people had gifted me over the years, (non family members who didn't know me as well as they thought) and had the idea of "Hey, ol Carl like knives, lets give him a knife!" And it was some Franklin mint thing or some gaudy commemorative thing celebrating John Deer tractors or such nonsense. I ended up just giving them to the local church bazar for a good cause. They maybe got a few bucks for the charity. They meant nothing to me and so they meant nothing to my family.
But the memory stayed with me that the stuff the family seems to value theist was, the new that looked like I had dragged them through the war. In a few cases I had done jus that, but all of the giveaways were well used for the most part, give or take a few degrees. The wear on them seemed to increase the desirability of them. The few safe queens I had got almost no attention.
Are we fooling ourselves by buying a brand new knife and stashing it for a future gift to some family member who may or may not appreciate it because there are no memories attached to it? A sterile brand new whatever with no use on it at all? I wonder if half the gift is the memories that have attached to it because you took out camping/hunting/fishing/ and pocket carried it everyday of your life that you're had it. It's built up a charisma, and aura of all your own memories of it and it's become part of your character.
Just food for thought.