Three generations of edcs

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From front to back: Dad, Grandpa, Great Grandpa
All usa made, all schrades. As you can see, they didn't keep up with their prybars very well.
 
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I love these kind of threads! My own love of pocket cutlery started with my maternal grandpa. I inherited two of his old knives, my brother has the other. I have his old Henkels 3-1/4" stockman that he carried to his Union Pacific office, and his Schrade OT8 that he carried in retirement.
 
Very cool!

I never knew either of my Grandfathers, but I know my Dad's little pocket knife influenced me. My very first knife purchase as a child was a Buck Duke (a 500) because it looked like my Dad's little knife. The second knife I bought was a Buck Prince (a 503) because it not only looked like my dad's well used knife, but it was almost the same size too! I carried that little 503 for years until one day it wasn't there. I replaced it with another 503 and carried it for years until it too disappeared.

This post makes me reminisce! I wonder if these many many years later my dad still has his old pocket knife. He has ALS now and can't hold anything. If he still has it, I'd love to get it. That would mean a LOT to me!
 
That's so cool, and it's funny that the oldest one is in the best shape.
My family was also a Shcrade family. My grandpa went to vic classics though ( probably because Shcrade started declining ) and I have his last box classic which was the last tool he ever used. I also have my dads 33OT that my grandpa sent him, but sadly it came with loose blades.( he got it back in the 80's )
 
Yeah, my dad and grandpa are electricians so their knives were used and abused. My dad wishes he was a little more careful with them now though :). Good thing there's Case.
 
That is great, thanks for sharing! I restored my Grandad's Schrade not too long ago for my dad, but forgot to take
pictures:( My dad never carried a knife but next time I go over there I will snag grandad's for a picture!
 
Great thread! I love the fact that all three generations are represented. I tried to get my dad to carry a knife years ago, but to no avail. At least we have these kinds of pics to see.
 
SA Condor said:
Very cool!

I never knew either of my Grandfathers, but I know my Dad's little pocket knife influenced me. My very first knife purchase as a child was a Buck Duke (a 500) because it looked like my Dad's little knife. The second knife I bought was a Buck Prince (a 503) because it not only looked like my dad's well used knife, but it was almost the same size too! I carried that little 503 for years until one day it wasn't there. I replaced it with another 503 and carried it for years until it too disappeared.

This post makes me reminisce! I wonder if these many many years later my dad still has his old pocket knife. He has ALS now and can't hold anything. If he still has it, I'd love to get it. That would mean a LOT to me!
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Yeah I never really got to know my grandfathers very well either as I was very young when they were still around. Their knives help me clutch to what memories I have of them. As for my dad, he just decided to retire his :)
 
All this reminiscing motivated me to contact my dad and see if he still had the knife and if I could have it. Sadly he told me that he gave it away to a kid of a friend. I've never asked my dad for anything, this would have been something special though! Oh well!
 
I never knew my mothers father, he died when she was ten. I've been told I look a lot like him and have many of his attributes. Like my fathers father, whom I miss dearly, I hope I picked up his good ones. My family makes fun of me for taking shortcuts on the road, they call them Larry's shortcuts. My father and my uncles give me hell all the time, but they are turning into my grandfather more and more every day. Anyway, both of my grandfathers were salesmen.

My mothers father sold buses in the 1950s and 1960s on the Eastern Shore. He was good friends with Robert Mitchum and visited him at his horse farm on the Eastern Shore often. I'm guessing my pop pop had at least a couple knives, he was a Marine in WW2. He loved to play the harmonica, I got his harmonicas from my grandmother, that was most akin to a beloved EDC to him. My grandfather grew up on the Eastern Shore and in Baltimore City.

My grandfather was a soda/snacks salesman. He was an insurance salesman for years, then a car dealership owner, then owned a few gas stations which my uncles, father and aunt worked in. When I was a kid, he was still a Pepsi salesman, he was a Coca Cola salesman at one point. My grandmother gave my little brother my grandfathers Pepsi advertising knife before she passed. I'm guessing my grandfather got advertising knives from the companies he stocked and sold for. He carried a knife, just like everyone else that grew up in the Depression and Prohibition. My Jogie, as we called him, grew up in the coal hills of PA, then moved to the upper Eastern Shore of MD, and finally to east Baltimore.

I would have loved to have known my Pop Pop Bob, and really miss my Jogie Larry. Maybe both men crossed paths in the 50s. I remember as a little shaver, like my Jogie used to say, going with him on his routes. We ate most of the product, which were Tasykakes at the time. Then we went to the grocery store, he got a big giant bag of dates. I wanted no part of it. My mother raised hell with him, he had left me in the car for an hour. This was the early 80s, he left me with his Weimariner Tucker. A good pup, not the smartest like his big brother Friar Tuck who I don't remember, but a good dog that I loved nonetheless. I still remember walking with my grandfather around the neighborhood, with Tucker, and later my uncle telling my father that my grandfather was too old to take that dog out so he could go to the bathroom, he had to stand him up and clean him up. Anyway, Tucker and I sat in the car, my grandfather told my mother "But the dog was with him". Both the dog and I would leave the car for a Nutter Butter :).

My mothers fathers brother was also in the military, became a Baltimore City police officer and then an FBI agent. He moved to AZ to live out his life, my father got along very well with him, as well as my mothers mothers uncle. Both men were seasoned outdoorsmen, leave them in the middle of nowhere with a knife and they'd make it out just fine. Anyway, I wonder if any of my grandfathers pocket cutlery went to my great uncle when my grandfather passed. My grandfather was a boisterous Irish Indian, my father found old wire recordings of him singing with my mother, my fathers buddy put them on CD for my mother. It was strange, I sound just like him. Except he could sing, I can't carry a tune in a bucket.
 
My great uncle, who was my great grandmothers little brother, was the other outdoorsman I talked about. When he was a kid in the 20s, he would ride all day long from Baltimore, to where my father lives. When my family first bought that house, they had a big party and my Uncle Chick told him about riding a horse from Baltimore to north western Harford county for barn dances. He rode up with a sawed off double barrel shotgun in a leg scabbard and a big knife on his other leg. He said those barn dances got violent, and they were made to leave their guns at the door. I don't know if they had to leave their knives. Different times. A definite woodsrunner/timber cruiser etc.
 
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