To me, at least. These little guys were found in the effects of my Grandfather when he passed in 1970. They're the sort of knife that one would get at a trade show back in the 1930s. The "large" one is a Kent, manufactured in New York. The little one is a Keen Kutter. The crushed ice scales are yellowed with age.
My Grandpa was in the clothing trade all his life, as was my Dad. Grandpa carried those knives every day, I'm sure...I've cleaned them up and sharpened them and every now and then I carry one.
Makes me feel a bit closer to Grandpa, after all these years...
My Grandpa was in the clothing trade all his life, as was my Dad. Grandpa carried those knives every day, I'm sure...I've cleaned them up and sharpened them and every now and then I carry one.
Makes me feel a bit closer to Grandpa, after all these years...