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

Best. Thread. Ever. I love hearing more about everyone.

Flint Hills is where I live, the Flint Hills of Kansas.

(Not my picture, found on google images)


We moved here 4 years ago to be near my wife's family. It has been great to be near loved ones, and we really enjoy both the town and geography of this area. When we came to visit family, long before we moved here, I thought, "Oh great, Kansas...flat, flat, flat!" But this area is both beautiful and unique. Big skies and rolling hills, but few trees. It is truly prairie land. Very windy and I can see how that wind would contribute to "Prairie madness". From Wikipedia: "Some settlers specifically spoke of the wind that rushed through the prairie, which was loud, forceful, and alien compared to what settlers had experienced in their former lives.[1]"

Anyway, I've enjoyed reading a little bit about each of you. Primble's story specifically touched me. I grew up living with my grandparents, great-grandmother and great-aunt. As I'm sure Primble will back me on this one, older people of that generation would just show up at one another's homes to visit for a while. Our house seemed to be one of the more popular homes on the route because we had cousins, friends, etc. all older, stopping by on a regular basis, around 2-3 times a week it seemed. More often than not, they would come at supper time and my grandmother would always graciously get out more plates from the cupboard and serve them whatever we were having, usually something like hog's jowl, turnip greens, black-eyed peas, and it was always served with fresh, hot biscuits or cornbread. So you can imagine the lessons I learned and the stories I heard of days gone by, sitting around the dinner table. They all talked of much harder times than anything we experience now, but they all seemed happier than people these days. Maybe that's the greatest lesson that I've kept with me, keep life simple and love people. Life is about relationships. Most of those that visited are now gone, my great-grandmother, great-aunt and my grandfather are all gone as well. My grandmother, who has always been my angel, is still getting around just fine. She just celebrated her birthday over the weekend, we weren't able to visit as she still lives on the same piece of land back in Tennessee, but we did call and give her a family Happy Birthday song over the phone. Even though I'm only 33, I feel a great connection to a much older generation since I grew up with them. Oh the stories they could all tell...
 
I am currently working on the Give Back side of equilibrium (I have been greatly given to), so this is not an entry. Thanks, so, for your generosity, and for eliciting this thread. I always enjoy hearing about others' user names, and learning more about what we choose when representing ourselves to others, and the widely varying degrees of thought brought to the process.

"Pertinux" is a derivation of the Latin for "stubborn."

Believe you me, it fits. :cool:

Observing that women are proportionally scarce in the knife[-forum] demographics, I chose a 'neutral' user name so that my initial posts and interactions would be taken at face value, without the added distraction for us all of,

"Hey, look-- a guh-rull." ;)

~ P.
 
pertinux said:
I am currently working on the Give Back side of equilibrium (I have been greatly given to), so this is not an entry. Thanks, so, for your generosity, and for eliciting this thread. I always enjoy hearing about others' user names, and learning more about what we choose when representing ourselves to others, and the widely varying degrees of thought brought to the process.

"Pertinux" is a derivation of the Latin for "stubborn."

Believe you me, it fits. :cool:

Observing that women are proportionally scarce in the knife[-forum] demographics, I chose a 'neutral' user name so that my initial posts and interactions would be taken at face value, without the added distraction for us all of,

"Hey, look-- a guh-rull." ;)

~ P.
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Glad to see you post in this thread as I've often wondered about the etymology of your username. I'll take your word that 'stubborn' fits, but would suggest another latin word as well - 'amicus' or friendly/kind; which also fits in my opinion.
 
Old & In The Way said:
Glad to see you post in this thread as I've often wondered about the etymology of your username. I'll take your word that 'stubborn' fits, but would suggest another latin word as well - 'amicus' or friendly/kind; which also fits in my opinion.
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+1 :thumbup::)

pertinux said:
Observing that women are proportionally scarce in the knife[-forum] demographics, I chose a 'neutral' user name so that my initial posts and interactions would be taken at face value, without the added distraction for us all of,

"Hey, look-- a guh-rull." ;)

~ P.
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and she is also very "crafty" with her words! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
 
Flint Hills said:
Best. Thread. Ever. I love hearing more about everyone.

Flint Hills is where I live, the Flint Hills of Kansas.

Anyway, I've enjoyed reading a little bit about each of you. Primble's story specifically touched me. I grew up living with my grandparents, great-grandmother and great-aunt. As I'm sure Primble will back me on this one, older people of that generation would just show up at one another's homes to visit for a while. Our house seemed to be one of the more popular homes on the route because we had cousins, friends, etc. all older, stopping by on a regular basis, around 2-3 times a week it seemed.
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Thank you for liking my story and I liked yours as well. ;) The way you described it - it seemed very similar there as it was here and yes - I got your back. ;)

You picked a nice picture too.

I was in Kansas once - what I recall now was the windy and flat grasslands - very much different from the rolling hills I was accustomed to. I do recall it being beautiful there.

I honestly believe that it was not so much them being kinfolk, as it was that simple life and that most everyone was always happy and telling stories, etc.

In the case of my Aunt and Uncle's little Kentucky farm, it was mostly, just us. They did not have a television at the time I got my nick-name, and almost everyone's real name eventually got replaced with a nick-name. They did have a radio, which was usually reserved for listening to Walter Cronkite and the news after supper and the U.K. basketball games, a couple times a week.

The farm house was at the top of a hill and surrounded by old woods. I recall the stones arranged in a circle at the edge of the yard and where the woods began. The stones were surrounded by some old metal chairs, where we would sit most evenings and tell our stories. Often we would build a small fire inside the stones. We would talk about hunting, fishing, rifles, someone's little beagle hunting dog, or even those Primble knives down at the Caney Fork Store, etc., but, never would we speak of the work that was to be done the next morning. That talk was reserved for the next morning and not allowed during the evening chats.

My aunt, who always wore a long dress that came nearly to her shoes, would have that smile and be sitting there, usually with an old metal pan in her lap and maybe breaking up some green beans for the next day's meal. She never had a job in her life, but, was one of the hardest working women I ever knew. Oh, I wish she were here - I would love to hear her voice and see that genuine smile - just one more time. :)
 
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I used to dress up in funny clothing and participate in historical reenactments -- specifically as a Northern European, commonly mis-referred to as a Viking. (vik is a verb - it means to travel, to "go a'viking" was something folks did when it was too nasty out to farm, generally to somewhere warmer, occupied by generous people who liked to trade and/or donate to the cause, depending on how many of them met us on the beach. :D
As all good Northerner's know, the world ended in 1066.
 
This is not an entry just a hello and an explanation of my name. I'm not a regular poster (yet.)

When I made this account I was reading One Hundred Years of Solitude which centers around the Buendia family. At the time my brother told me 518 was his lucky number but there's no significance to me I just tacked it on. I didn't expect to be posting anything or I'd have taken the time to choose something representative.

Hello everyone, I've read the whole thread and I'm happy to know you all a tiny bit more.
 
Well I guess I ought to update here that I shall now be known as Lemmy Caution instead of Lemepris. Thanks again for the GAW. Lemmy Caution was a pulp detective played by American actor Eddie Constantine in the film Alphaville. Great film and character if you get the chance I see it.
 
Smoke was a Lakota Sioux chief. Very brave and excellent horse thief. The lakota give their own name to the son, once he proves to be worthy. Smoke gave his name and renames himself. White men can't understand this, hence : Old Smoke and Young Smoke. Until recently I smoked like a freight train. Thanks for a shot at a pretty knife.
 
WINNER SELECTED:

The winning post was #49 - Primble

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Primble - congrats! I really enjoyed reading your post, and was excited to see that it was the winning pick. Send me an email or PM with your shipping address and I'll get the prize mailed to you tomorrow.

I'm really pleased with how this GAW turned out and want to say thanks to everyone who posted. Lots of great posts and I enjoyed reading every one. :thumbup::)
 
Congrats, Primble! I really enjoyed reading your post... thankya kindly! :thumbup:

Thanks again to Stephen for hosting this great GAW! :thumbup::cool:

-Brett
 
I don't know kismet from shiznit, but this has been one of the most enjoyable threads I've ever had the pleasure of digesting.
Class act, all the way, Stephen !!! Congratulations Primble !!! Every single one of us has profited from this opus. :tickled_pink:
 
Primble said:
...The farm house was at the top of a hill and surrounded by old woods. I recall the stones arranged in a circle at the edge of the yard and where the woods began. The stones were surrounded by some old metal chairs, where we would sit most evenings and tell our stories. Often we would build a small fire inside the stones. We would talk about hunting, fishing, rifles, someone's little beagle hunting dog, or even those Primble knives down at the Caney Fork Store, etc., but, never would we speak of the work that was to be done the next morning. That talk was reserved for the next morning and not allowed during the evening chats.

My aunt, who always wore a long dress that came nearly to her shoes, would have that smile and be sitting there, usually with an old metal pan in her lap and maybe breaking up some green beans for the next day's meal. She never had a job in her life, but, was one of the hardest working women I ever knew. Oh, I wish she were here - I would love to hear her voice and see that genuine smile - just one more time. :)
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Wow I was transported away for a second, thanks and congrats to Old & In the Way and Primble.
 
Old & In The Way said:
WINNER SELECTED:

The winning post was #49 - Primble

Primble - congrats! I really enjoyed reading your post, and was excited to see that it was the winning pick. Send me an email or PM with your shipping address and I'll get the prize mailed to you tomorrow.

I'm really pleased with how this GAW turned out and want to say thanks to everyone who posted. Lots of great posts and I enjoyed reading every one. :thumbup::)
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W:eek:W!!! You mean Primble won something? I don't recall ever winning anything in my life - it was always someone else.

I reckon that Random picker thingy got hung all up after I started getting long-winded, babbling, etc., thinking back about my special kinfolk.

They were very special people in my life.

I enjoyed reading every story in this thread and I would like to see this very interesting thread continue, even though the prize was awarded.

I guess someone can pick the thread up every so often and give us another story to digest.

You never know - there might be, could be, maybe not be, another prize offered "somewhere down the road." ;):D

Could be any time, any way, maybe soon, maybe never - you just never know. ;)

Thank you to Stephen for being a very generous gentleman - and a great "knife person". :)
 
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