Hello my friends. I hope this finds all of you and yours safe and healthy.
I am writing this with both a sense of loss and relief that one would think wouldn’t really go together but somehow seem to complement one another.
Many of you saw my recent sale adds in which I sold my Buck stockman collection to help a friend in need. That sale changed a couple of lives. My friend was able to use the 2000+ dollars those threads collected to keep his home and feed his family while waiting to find a new job. It also brought me a sense of freedom that came as a complete surprise to me. It opened my eyes to the obsession my knives had become. To the weight they were to my soul as I constantly searched for the survivors from that wonderful era. I found with the release of them that they had become work to me when they had once been a form of relaxation.
Armed with that realization I set about a course of action that I hope and pray will bring me and my family a bit of happiness. Perhaps you noticed Rachel’s very kind words this morning, she has graciously accepted the most important part of my collection. She has agreed to look after a bunch of “ misfit” knives that were once proud tools. A group of knives that had stories to tell but no one to remember. A group of knives that were the foundation of my entire collection and the reason I had a collection at all. I couldn’t think of a more fitting home for them. As I told Rachel, I always pictured her as our version of the king ( queen) of the island of misfit toys. The passion she has for the old and tired but proud knives that no one seems to want is an inspiration and a joy to witness.
Anyway with the stories held safe I can rest. I am logging out for a while. I’m sure I’ll wander past some in the future and perhaps sit a spell but for now I’m going back to just being a guy with a pocket knife that is simply a tool to help him thru the day. I guess in a way a return to “ normal”.
I have been honored to call many of you friend that will not change with my absence.
Godspeed
Clay
I am writing this with both a sense of loss and relief that one would think wouldn’t really go together but somehow seem to complement one another.
Many of you saw my recent sale adds in which I sold my Buck stockman collection to help a friend in need. That sale changed a couple of lives. My friend was able to use the 2000+ dollars those threads collected to keep his home and feed his family while waiting to find a new job. It also brought me a sense of freedom that came as a complete surprise to me. It opened my eyes to the obsession my knives had become. To the weight they were to my soul as I constantly searched for the survivors from that wonderful era. I found with the release of them that they had become work to me when they had once been a form of relaxation.
Armed with that realization I set about a course of action that I hope and pray will bring me and my family a bit of happiness. Perhaps you noticed Rachel’s very kind words this morning, she has graciously accepted the most important part of my collection. She has agreed to look after a bunch of “ misfit” knives that were once proud tools. A group of knives that had stories to tell but no one to remember. A group of knives that were the foundation of my entire collection and the reason I had a collection at all. I couldn’t think of a more fitting home for them. As I told Rachel, I always pictured her as our version of the king ( queen) of the island of misfit toys. The passion she has for the old and tired but proud knives that no one seems to want is an inspiration and a joy to witness.
Anyway with the stories held safe I can rest. I am logging out for a while. I’m sure I’ll wander past some in the future and perhaps sit a spell but for now I’m going back to just being a guy with a pocket knife that is simply a tool to help him thru the day. I guess in a way a return to “ normal”.
I have been honored to call many of you friend that will not change with my absence.
Godspeed
Clay