My grandfather carried inexpensive knives around the farm, but took good care of them. When he passed he had an inexpensive yellow scaled Ideal small stockman. His tools I eventually ended up with were better quality and in excellent condition. Some of them go back to the early 20th century. My take from this was he used tools more than he did his knife, and he was an immigrant dirt poor farmer and made his way through life with no help or inheritance working through the depression and eventually buying over a hundred acres in northern Ohio. The barn was a treasure trove of stuff going back to the 1800's, and he still used a foot pedaled stone grinding wheel to sharpen his scythes, hoes, etc. That's where I learned to use what we had, and how much help using the correct tool for the job was. Losing, not taking care of, laying around carelessly, or putting away without cleaning, oiling and sharpening were not things to be tolerated.
Those were different days where mistakes or excuses were not tolerated, lies meant pain, and children weren't treated like little "gifts from god". Children ate last, what was left and didn't make noise or talk during dinner.
I recall my grandfather treating the dogs mange with motor oil. He pulled his teeth with pliers, and stopped the bleeding with a plug of tobacco. He also made his own wine and brandy, worked well into his 70's full time, and lived to 90ish.
I have an old newspaper account from Toledo where he shot a couple of guys but that's a different story. None of us knew about until he was in his late 80's when he pulled it out and showed us. I kept it.
Jeeze, it sounds like a movie compared to now, but that's how it was in the 60's in rural Ohio.
Joe