Yes please for me, and thanks for your generosity of the offering.
The story:
To me, there is nothing more 'personal' than a mans pocket knife and his watch. I have been privileged enough to have inherited the pocket knives of both my grandfathers and my farther, all of whom were farmers and for which their pocket knives were an integral tool of their trade. As a young boy, being handed my dad's pocket knife to cut the strings on a bail of hay, or to peel my apple was part of the journey in responsibility, a rights of passage so to speak. It always came with the "be careful, its sharp, and woooo be tied if you loose it ....." speech.
Although I work in an office these days, I still carry a slip joint every day. Some times it's my granddads, sometimes its my dad"s [all of whom have passed on], and sometimes its one of my own. Every time I use one of their knives, it brings with it incredibly fond memories of three great men that were so very important to me in my life.
I hope that I am doing something right with my three kids, and that in time, they too will cherish these priceless items, the stories they trigger, and the memories I am currently building with them. At the moment we are still at the "be careful, its sharp, and wooo be tied it you loose it" stage.