
Recently given to me by an old friend, along with three other knives, this is the first Uncle Henry model to find a home in my modest accumulation of knives. It needs some TLC, in the form of a good cleaning and polishing, along with some time on the oilstone, but it is a well built and sound knife.
Uncle Henry... That name stirs some very fond memories of my early days of pocketknife use, loss, and acquisition.
When I was a boy of about seven, my family would travel to Minnesota every year or so, to visit relatives. It was always a special joy when we would visit Uncle Hank and Aunt Ginny. You see... my Uncle Hank (Henry) would lead my two older brothers and me into the other room and sit us down in front of his old desk. He would then open the two very large, and deep, bottom drawers (sometimes one of the upper drawers too), and he would say, "Boys, you look through those drawers, and you pick out one (and he emphasized one) knife each, to take home with you". Our little sister would be off playing with her dolls, or whatever little girls did when they were being totally ignored by their older brothers.
To understand this situation properly, one needs to understand that our Uncle Hank worked in a commercial laundry service, where they laundered uniforms and coveralls for various manufacturing firms. It seems that the workers would quite often leave their knife in the pocket of said uniform trousers or coveralls. Uncle Hank would then, naturally, pull them out and find a new home for them - there was just no way to possibly track down the owner.
Those lower desk drawers were likely ten inches deep and wide, by about eighteen inches from front to back, and most times, they were plum full, or nearly full of all sorts of folding knives. Well, the adults for once didn't need to worry about the three of us getting into mischief - we spent hours upon hours pouring over what seemed to be an unending supply of pocketknives.
I do remember clearly though, that I, being so young, was not allowed to choose a fishing knife. You know... the one with the really long and pointy blade - we just called them pig-stickers. That was almost heartbreaking, but hey, I always found just the perfect knife for my pocket before all was said and done.
When we left to go back to grandma's and grandpa's house, we weren't allowed to open our prized new possessions until we got there. But boy, when we did, the mumbly-peg, whittlin', cuttin', and general using and abusing of said knives began - and we had fun - plain and simple brotherly fun.
Those knives are but a fond memory of mine now, some 63 years later, but this Uncle Henry is now, and will be in the future, a prized possession of mine for the duration of time my faculties will allow. And it will always remind me of my Uncle Hank. This knife has synthetic Staglon (Delrin) handle scales, Nickel Silver bolsters, brass liners, and stainless steel (Schrade+) blades. Made in U.S.A.
If I were to purchase the most expensive collector knife out there today, it wouldn't mean nearly as much to me as a knife (new or used) given to me by a friend or family member.
Nikon AF-S DX NIKKOR 35mm f/1.8G Prime Lens
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