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One day little eyes will look over my knife collection with awe and wonder, kinda like I did with my Grandfather's collection when I was little. A tiny finger will point to a knife and a small voice will ask, "tell me about that knife"? My eyes will probably strain to see exactly which knife has drawn the curiosity. "That knife"? I'll start with a grin on my face, a story will follow. At times those stories will be boring and at times there will be more behind it and by "more", I mean a person.
In my life I have enjoyed knives that are custom one of a kind works of art, I've had rare and vintage beauties that are sought by collectors, knives with fine scale materials and exotic steels... At the end of the day it will mean nothing if I can't tie a good memory to it. Knives have no race, creed, religion, or agenda; they have an origin and an end, ALL knives do. We as collectors have the ability to deem a knife worthy of our collections, or not and so opinion makes the knife world go round.
For me, thoughtfulness can turn a cheap knife into a priceless jewel amongst any collection. So here is the story of a priceless jewel.
I'll be honest, when people ask me what my hobbies are I don't lead off with knife collecting, especially when I'm talking with my generation. Some people just don't quite grasp the fact that you can be a knife nut and not an actual nut. So the people who know I like knives know me, I'm comfortable with them.
A while back I started talking to this young woman at the church I attend on Sundays. When I first met her she had lost her phone, but it was only after I had cleared the chairs where she was sitting that she realized her phone was gone. I felt at fault for her phone vanishing and made it my mission to recover the phone...(Her mom had it the whole time) I had no luck of course. Anyhow, we started talking shortly after that and in no time we have become best friends. Like me, she has an old soul, so we are able to sit in rocking chairs and shake our heads at the rest of the world... not really, but something like that. I shared with her my interest in cutlery and to my surprise she didn't call the cops, she did however take it to heart.
So a while back she mentioned, "this knife" that she got for me. I was taken back and had to make sure what I heard was right. She told me that she had gotten me a knife a while ago, but was afraid to give it to me because "it wasn't good enough". "How could that ever be" I thought to myself? How could a knife ever fall short when so much thought was put into it, she saw it and thought immediately of me... that makes it good enough. A day, or two later she gifted me a prized jewel.
When I slide that knife out of an old felt roll, I'll place it in those tiny hands and I'll remember..... That Knife.
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