Possessions #2 - Gandad’s Knife.
My grandfather, Gandad, used to make knives. He had a glass case in the living room with some of his favorites he’d made. I remember one had an intricate carving of a train station on the handle. I loved looking at them.
After he died, I was worried what would happen to those knives and the rest of his belongings, as my grandmother, Gan, didn’t seem too keen about keeping them around. I asked her if I could have one of his pocketknives. She said, “We’ll see”.
Cut to the next Christmas, the glass box of knives long since sold off, each and every one of my cousins were all given the same crappy pocketknives that Gandad would practice on. That’s the sort of thing Gan always does, every kid gets the same present, that only one of them wants.
This pocket knife is dull and rusty, and worn down next to oblivion. The only good part was a little detail of a leafless tree in a silver inlay. But since this knife wasn’t meant to be used by anyone, the glue wore off, and it was lost forever.
This, and a rusty second place golfing trophy, are all I have to remember Gandad by.

Possessions #2 - Gandad’s Knife.

My grandfather, Gandad, used to make knives. He had a glass case in the living room with some of his favorites he’d made. I remember one had an intricate carving of a train station on the handle. I loved looking at them.

After he died, I was worried what would happen to those knives and the rest of his belongings, as my grandmother, Gan, didn’t seem too keen about keeping them around. I asked her if I could have one of his pocketknives. She said, “We’ll see”.

Cut to the next Christmas, the glass box of knives long since sold off, each and every one of my cousins were all given the same crappy pocketknives that Gandad would practice on. That’s the sort of thing Gan always does, every kid gets the same present, that only one of them wants.

This pocket knife is dull and rusty, and worn down next to oblivion. The only good part was a little detail of a leafless tree in a silver inlay. But since this knife wasn’t meant to be used by anyone, the glue wore off, and it was lost forever.

This, and a rusty second place golfing trophy, are all I have to remember Gandad by.

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