What "Traditional Knife" are ya totin' today?

[Amir Fleschwund]

 

[sf fanatic]

The Harvey Special and my newest addition .
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[CuzDoug85]

Ol faithful

 

[5K Qs]

During the past week I've posted the 8 amber jigged bone Rough Riders I still have from the original set of 12 RRs I bought back in 2014.
Today I thought I'd "honor the memory" of the 4 RRs I gave or traded away in the intervening years.
I had a RR scout knife:


The set of 12 included a muskrat. I can't find any of my photos of it, but there's a photo in the first post of this thread:
https://www.bladeforums.com/threads/mucho-gracias.1255370/

There was a single-bladed toothpick that a winner selected in the first GAW I did here:


And there was a 3.5" lockback that I traded for a RR half-hawk, I think:


- GT

 

[Jack Black]

Your family paid a fearsome price, Jack.

Probably not unusual in Sheffield I'm afraid Jeff At least 2 of my great-grandfathers had protected occupations (one a cutler, one a coal-miner), while another had already retired from military service, and was a widower of 6 children. Thankfully, both my grandfathers made it through WW2, though they had very different experiences, one was really in the thick of it, while the other spent much of the war in an English seaside town (Bridlington actually), building tank-traps and 'pill-boxes'!

Was it HIS ring, or A ring???

Oh, it was steak and kidney Jeff, he never found the ring I'm afraid!

 

[JaxBaron]

Enjoying a relaxing morning in the workshop.

 

[Modoc ED]

I'm gonna plow the back driveway this morning. Ran out of steam yesterday. A utility type knife might come in handy so this Bull Nose will be in my pocket while plowing. Pancakes and sausage for breakfast.

 

[mbkr]

Oh, it was steak and kidney Jeff, he never found the ring I'm afraid!

Shades of r8shell around the first of April.
I'm such a sucker

 

[Rufus1949]

Enjoy your scrapple Bob, that's a fantastic knife

Thank you Jack and to my wife's horror the scrapple was delicious.

Such a sacrifice your family had to endure.
My ex mother in law from Kent would tell me about the trials and tribulations of growing up there during WW ll.

 

[Ellis Wyatt]

A beautiful, and cold, Sunday in the woods.
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[Reaper AL]

Case moose with worm groove recover thanks to J jsdistin moose is my favorite pattern and this worm groove cover just looks so good it’s hard to keep out of my pocket.

 

[Hibou Canne]

Stockman Sunday

 

[Peregrin]

That day of battle in the dusty heat
We lay and heard the bullets swish and sing
Like scythes amid the over-ripened wheat,
And we the harvest of their garnering.

I'll remember that quote, Jack. Very moving.

We were tucking into our chips, and my dad took a bite of his pie, and you'll never guess what was inside...

Really? A wedding ring? His? Come on man!

 

[Johnnythefox]

A bit of humour, it is so true I do this all the time

Or like today cutting a cake for no reason whatsoever,especially as it was easier eaten by just picking it up.

 

[Ed G]

“ … Oh, it was steak and kidney Jeff, he never found the ring I'm afraid!

Hahahahaha! Well done!

 

[Jack Black]

Shades of r8shell around the first of April.
I'm such a sucker

My thanks to r8shell , I've got away with that tale twice before here, over the years!

Thank you Jack and to my wife's horror the scrapple was delicious.

That's good to hear Bob

Such a sacrifice your family had to endure.
My ex mother in law from Kent would tell me about the trials and tribulations of growing up there during WW ll.

I think all ordinary folks had it tough in those days. When my great-grandfather re-enlisted to fight in WW1, he had 6 motherless children, the youngest of whom was 2, and my grandfather was just 4. They were separated, and farmed out to poor relatives, who were struggling themselves. They had hard childhoods. My grandfather, who was raised on 'Cutler's Hill', amid razor gangs and gang wars, started part-time work at 5, and full-time work at 7. Later, after WW1, he worked with his father, but never entirely forgave him. My great-grandfather, softened by age, told his grandson fanciful stories about his time in the 'German Jungle', where he encountered lions and tigers, and liked to eat ginger snaps, which he said the German's called 'Bisquacks'. He died before I was born, but I remember the French and Belgian bayonets he brought back from the war, and was given his Colour Sargent's stripes as a boy (though sadly I wasn't told to whom they had belonged). Whereabouts in Kent was your former MIL from Bob, I once lived there myself?

I'll remember that quote, Jack. Very moving.

Thank you Gary, the full poem is here, but that stanza, in particular, speaks to me

Really? A wedding ring? His? Come on man!

You should have a memory for my bad jokes too my friend

Was it HIS ring, or A ring???

Oh, it was steak and kidney Jeff, he never found the ring I'm afraid!

 

[Rufus1949]

I think all ordinary folks had it tough in those days. When my great-grandfather re-enlisted to fight in WW1, he had 6 motherless children, the youngest of whom was 2, and my grandfather was just 4. They were separated, and farmed out to poor relatives, who were struggling themselves. They had hard childhoods. My grandfather, who was raised on 'Cutler's Hill', amid razor gangs and gang wars, started part-time work at 5, and full-time work at 7. Later, after WW1, he worked with his father, but never entirely forgave him. My great-grandfather, softened by age, told his grandson fanciful stories about his time in the 'German Jungle', where he encountered lions and tigers, and liked to eat ginger snaps, which he said the German's called 'Bisquacks'. He died before I was born, but I remember the French and Belgian bayonets he brought back from the war, and was given his Colour Sargent's stripes as a boy (though sadly I wasn't told to whom they had belonged). Whereabouts in Kent was your former MIL from Bob, I once lived there myself?

Sadly, I did not hear specifics as to where she lived. One story she always mentioned was the unexploded bomb in her yard.She left shortly after the war as an American war bride.
Enjoy your evening Jack.

 

[JohnDF]

my dad took a bite of his pie, and you'll never guess what was inside...

I wqas waiting for him to find the ring on one of his buddy's hand down at the beach.

 

[Jack Black]

Sadly, I did not hear specifics as to where she lived. One story she always mentioned was the unexploded bomb in her yard.She left shortly after the war as an American war bride.
Enjoy your evening Jack.

That's a shame, it's a nice county, known as 'The Garden of England' here Strangely, I know far more about the history of the Barlow family, than I do about my own! Nice story Apart from the bit about the bomb, but they were everywhere after the war I remember, one day, as a very young lad, my granddad said to me, "Have I shown you me bomb?!" He had had an unexploded bomb down the cellar since the war (this was in the late 60's). Their house was a genuine slum, demolished shortrly after, and so he went down the cellar first, to make sure it was "safe" for me to go down the cellar steps (unexploded bomb aside). Soon after, he shouted to my grandmother, in a broad Sheffield accent (think Sean Bean): "Elsie, where's me bomb?! I want to show it to our Jack!"
"I give it to the scrap man last year!"
So I never got to see the unexploded bomb

I was waiting for him to find the ring on one of his buddy's hand down at the beach.

Yikes!

Sorry mate! Please don't ask me any questions about Father Christmas or the Tooth Fairy!

 

[Headwinds]

When my daughter asked what I wanted for Christmas this year I suggested the Case small swell center jack in yellow. When it arrived in the mail a couple of days ago I called her to ask whether I should put it up until Christmas. She said, “That’s OK, Dad. You can play with it now.” So I am.