My father gave me a small fixed blade knife for my fourth birthday. It was a made in Japan knife back when made in Japan equated with cheap. It now has a nice patina but never did rust. It has plastic imitation stag handle slabs pinned on, and a compass in the handle which still works. According to my mother, he turned me loose with it to carry and use as I wished (he was a great dad who trusted me and gave me a lot of freedom). I have constantly had a knife on me ever since, including at elementary school, high school, and college, culminating in my passion for Busse knives.
On June 11 of this year I will have owned that knife for 66 years. It lies on the bookcase immediately to my left when I am in front of my PC.
On June 11 of this year I will have owned that knife for 66 years. It lies on the bookcase immediately to my left when I am in front of my PC.