WINNER SELECTED: What's in a Name - Part II

First off not an entry, (doesn't that drive you crazy when members do that? :) ) but any excuse to explain my name is fine by me.

First off Ted is my nickname, so the T in T Erdelyi stands for Tibor, but the best part is the Erdelyi, my father grew up at the foothills of the Carpathian mountains, that section of Europe to the west of my father's land was known as Transylvania coincidently that's what my my last name means depending on the spelling with the i on the end it means Transylvanian without the i it means Transylvania. We even have a rare breed of dog named after us, Erdelyi Kopo or Transylvania Hound.

Oh BTW my middle name is Attila, parents wanted me to be 100% Hungarian. :rolleyes:
 
Not an entry

My karate sensei always tells us this quote to inspire courage before we did something like sparring
"A true spartan does not ask how many are the enemy or how strong are they, he simply asks where are they"
Since then I added the 331 because of the 300 Spartans + 31 black belt seniors in our dojo that I strive to be like.

Thanks for the GAW by the way
 
Very generous Stephen, that's a great-looking knife. Not an entry though ;) :thumbup:

My username is pretty straightforward. I eventually added a location after being continually pestered by younger members asking me if I was another individual with the same name :grumpy:
 
In if I may, nice knife.

Nothing to see here, move along. I first used davek in the DOS days on an IBM dual floppy 8088. I was looking for good dial up bulletin boards and the first one that asked me for a handle I impatiently typed davek. It's just my first name and the first letter of my last.

Davek was taken here, or somewhere and I added the 14.

Great idea for a GAW.
 
Well, I'm pretty simple. Mora is the first decent knife that I bought and it was in 2013 that I joined bladeforums :) Thanks for the opportunity!
 
My uncle
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Primble has been my nickname for the past 51 years. My uncle, a big, tall and soft spoken farmer, gave it to me when I was nine years old.
It all started at a country store that had Primble knives. I was always walking down the dirt road, probably a mile or so down the road from the store, in a quest to see the Primble knives. This would have been in the 1960's.

I recall talking about them all the time.

My uncle eventually got aggravated with me and told me that I was going to turn into John Primble if I kept going down there all the time.

My cousins thought that was rather funny and they started calling me Primble.

I have found that nick-names more often stick when they are given at a younger age. Either way, I reckon this one stuck.

We moved away from the area when I was around 12 years old, but, often returned to visit our kinfolk.

In my new town, I found that Case knives were king of the hill and I could often be found staring at them at the local hardware stores.

As I aged, I bought mostly Case bone knives, but, the Primble Knife display down at the Caney Fork Store started my interests in pocket knives.



. . . . . and then a rather strange thing happened about a month ago. I took my mother down to an old antique store, very near the location where that old Caney Fork store once stood. We looked around in the booths for a couple hours. As we were about to depart, I just happened to glance into a booth and saw an old display case sitting in a dark corner. I am pretty certain that I know where it came from, even empty of those beautiful knives. Well . . . needless to say . . . it made the trip home with me.



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I have yet to decide what I am going to do with it - till then - I will let her sit on my dresser. ;)
 
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Wow Primble! That was an awesome post:) kismet that you found the old display case too, love it:thumbup:
 
Thank you sitflyer and Dave.

After I wrote this post and had been thinking back, I recalled those days so clearly.

That old narrow winding, hilly dirt road, the gray weathered fence posts with rusty barbed wire, the abundance of bluebirds singing, the old guy that lived in a little weathered house at that sharp left hand turn, just as the woods began. I believe his name was Mounce and he wore those blue striped overalls and kept a tin of Prince Albert in the bib, occasionally rolling him a cigarette and licking the paper. He was a nice old guy and talked to us kids often, usually offering a bit of "wisdom".

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I remember the abundance of " blue racer " snakes that would often scurry out of the weeds and across the dirt road, in front of me. I was afraid of them.

I remember the smell of the wood burning, coming from the chimney of the wood stove heated home on the hill, my aunt and uncle's place, and the sound of the rain hitting the ole tin roof. I can faintly smell the scent of old country hams hanging in their smokehouse.

Smokehouse and Cellar
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I recall when the spring rains came and washed gullies in the road and my father's car would fish-tail and sometimes get stuck trying to make it up that one really long and steep hill.

I recall the two big old white work horses we used to harness up and the red fox kits we would usually see every summer.

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Today - The store is gone, the knives are gone, the one room school house is empty, the wood stove is gone, the old road widened and paved, the old fence posts have been replaced, the bluebirds are gone. My father, my aunt, my uncle, and my oldest cousin are resting in a family cemetary near there. . . . . . and I wonder.

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and the old Primble knife certainly reminds me of those old days - now gone by.

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Best regards,
Primble

P.S. - Sorry for being so long winded, but, you asked. :)

All photos were taken by me - across the years.
 
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Primble said:
Thank you sitflyer and Dave.

After I wrote this post and had been thinking back, I recalled those days so clearly.

That old narrow winding, hilly dirt road, the gray weathered fence posts with rusty barbed wire, the abundance of bluebirds singing, the old guy that lived in a little weathered house at that sharp left hand turn, just as the woods began. I believe his name was Mounce and he wore those blue striped overalls and kept a tin of Prince Albert in the bib, occasionally rolling him a cigarette and licking the paper. He was a nice old guy and talked to us kids often, usually offering a bit of "wisdom".

I remember the abundance of " blue racer " snakes that would often scurry out of the weeds and across the dirt road, in front of me. I was afraid of them.

I remember the smell of the wood burning, coming from the chimney of the wood stove heated home on the hill, my aunt and uncle's place, and the sound of the rain hitting the ole tin roof.

I recall when the spring rains came and washed gullies in the road and my father's car would fish-tail and sometimes get stuck trying to make it up that one really long and steep hill.

I recall the two big old white work horses we used to harness up.

Today - The store is gone, the knives are gone, the one room school house is empty, the wood stove is gone, the old road widened and paved, the old fence posts have been replaced, the bluebirds are gone. My father, my aunt, my uncle, and my oldest cousin are buried in a family cemetary near there. . . . . . and I wonder.

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Best regards,
Primble

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Your writing is as good as your photography, Primble. What a great memory to have. Has me thinking back to my own youth. That old Primble knife case, in your prior post, sure makes a nice memento.
 
Primble - Thank you! I really enjoyed reading that and Gary's right, your writing is as good as your photography. :thumbup: For what its worth, my vote would be to fill that old display case with as many beautiful old Primbles as you can. ;)
 
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Primble - Thank you! I really enjoyed reading that and Gary's right, your writing is as good as your photography. :thumbup: For what its worth, my vote would be to fill that old display case with as many beautiful old Primbles as you can. ;)
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Thank you everyone.:thumbup:

I was kinda thinkin' the same way as you Stephen - gives me another excuse to buy more ole knives. :D

I will probably stick to the picture taking and let Jack Black continue the writing. :D;)
 
Oh my, I am so glad I revisited and looked at your posts again ( with the photos added )Primble...nicely shared. Your post got me to thinking back on my youth, and of some of the great people that no longer walk this earth, and how our memories are where they now live and breath. Thank you for this, your writings touched me.
 
sitflyer said:
Your post got me to thinking back on my youth, and of some of the great people that no longer walk this earth, and how our memories are where they now live and breath. Thank you for this, your writings touched me.
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Thank you and I know what you mean - thinking back to that time - got me thinking back of other great people I have known and are resting in peace. Maybe just thinking nice thoughts and appreciating them on this Memorial Day weekend is appropriate enough.:)
 
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