dc50
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Great post of old memories David! Man, I wish they had a whitling corner up here when we take the wife shopping.Great articles guys The Piggly Wiggly ( a grocery store chain for non southerners) in the little town where we shopped actually set up kind of a shed for the old men to sit and whittle under at one end of the parking lot. My Dad used to take them blocks of eastern red cedar cut from our farm, and give to them. I'd tag along, when I was 10 I got my first real knife, a Vic Camper. I felt mighty big when I sat on a block of wood and pulled that knife out to whittle. Of course the old men asked to see my knife, and gave me praise on it and how I cut away from myself.Felt so proud to meet these men's approval, and that of my Dad for it was him that taught me how to handle that Vic safely. So it was I sat and whittled with the old men, swapped stories while we waited on the women while they was "a trade'n"in the Pig. Nowadays milinials go Koo Koo for coco puffs when they win some make believe knife in some online video game, I wouldn't trade that feeling of acceptance of real MEN for all the video games in the world.