Mother's Day

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  1. ArfinGreebly

    ArfinGreebly Moderator Emeritus

    Oct 10, 2006
    North Idaho
    In 1964, my dad presented my mom with a Gerber French kitchen knife that he purchased at the Aerojet General company store.

    Previous Mother's Day gifts had been things like Corning Ware pan sets. Practical man, my dad.

    Recently, I managed to score a like-new Gerber French knife exactly like it and in its original presentation box.

    Here's the actual knife -- not my pictures, mine will follow -- but it's the knife I obtained.


    The knife is in pristine condition. Some light scratching from handling over the years, but this thing has never seen a stone or steel, and looks to have never actually been used.

    My wife has gotten used to unusual Mother's Day gifts over the years, and got all misty-eyed when I told her the story behind the first one I ever saw.

    I'm kinda pleased with it.

    Only now, it's gonna get used for what knives do.



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  2. bikerdoc

    bikerdoc Moderator In Memoriam

    Jan 8, 2008
    Southern Virginia
    Cool Idea for a present, good score.
  3. hso

    hso Moderator Staff Member

    Jan 3, 2003
    0 hrs east of TN

    Sure that's not your Mother's Day gift to you?
  4. ArfinGreebly

    ArfinGreebly Moderator Emeritus

    Oct 10, 2006
    North Idaho
    To Me?


    I have another one just like it.

    Mine isn't pristine, though. It's seen plenty of use. It lives in the kitchen knife block.

    Pictures I took nearly three years ago:


    The "new" one is practically unmarked. She keeps it in the same drawer with her Böker ceramic knife. And, yes, she keeps them both in the box.

    Better pictures when I get a moment.

  5. 451 Detonics

    451 Detonics Member

    Jan 4, 2011
    Some years ago I found this Case new in the box...


    It is 12 inches of straight razor carving goodness....


    the storage box includes the sharping stone on the bottom...


    I gave it to my Mom on Mother's day...the last one she was alive for. It has since come home to me...
  6. sm

    sm member

    Dec 22, 2002
    Between black coffee, and shiftn' gears
    1959:For Grandma

    Preface: I fired family too long ago. Grandma and Mentors raised me and are the reason for me being what I am. I learned too young the fellow that sired me, was evil. Being a wittle kid, and raised as I was, I took care of the gal that gave me birth, until a time was reached I would have to "fire" her along with with the sibs I took care of.

    Amongst things in my dresser drawer crib when I finally came home from being born premature was a custom fixed blade knife. Think Case Peanut with ivory handles, with a leather sheath, designed to be worn around the neck. Grandma always liked this knife, in fact when I was wittle she often wore it as a neck knife.

    I was four years old in 1959 and had started my "apprenticeship" if you will. Steel from a "saw mill" blade and with a lot of help from a Mentor I wanted to make Grandma a knife like mine, of her very own. Using mine as a reference, Mentor and I set out to task. I was a "lot of help". So I was a "
    grinder". and with help, I "grinded" and "filed" that steel to shape. Mentor heat treated it, and then we set to work on handles.

    Grandma had some wood from a "apple cart" she had saved. For some reason this was sentimental to her. Grandpa was one heck-of-a carpenter and maker of knives himself. Along with other talents...
    I never met maternal grandpa as he died before I was born...
    After the knife was finished, Mentor and I set out doing the leather sheath.

    His hands on my wittle hands every step of the way, during all this.
    Grandma died a few years later, wearing this knife around her neck. She wore it most every day.


    One more memory for the gal that gave me birth.
    I was about eight years old and again the same Mentor.

    She wanted a knife a knife "daddy had" (Grandma's husband) and all we had to go by was a black and white photo, and her description.
    Basically a paring knife, more suited for "whittlin'" and she had some wood, all these years later, from a apple tree lightening hit, from where she grew up as a kid. Again using "tool steel" from a sawmill blade.

    I'd kill to have these knives again, real sentimental.

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