It's nice to be here with you again this Thursday, where we return to our dear memories 🙂
You're probably wondering why the picture in #TBT shows knives?
It's not a lack of inspiration or old pictures, memories, stories...
Maybe I'm just missing a photo with the person I remember today?
To be honest, these two knives are too few to call them my collection (if I had at least 4 or 5, I might be able to do that, so I could present them in another community), but they are quite enough to make me remember just by looking at them.
Of my uncle, who died very young, before my majority.
He was engaged in some import-export business and traded with various materials and products, mostly tools and weapons...
These two knives I received as a gift from him, they were samples of one shipment.
And why would someone give knives of this size and design to an underage boy? Because as a child I showed an adventurous, investigative, and naturalist spirit, and I was an excellent companion for my uncle on trips to the various forests he went to.
The two of us, me with a Rambo knife on my belt in the forest, prepare the location for setting up our "camp" (we set up a small tent, collect branches and wood for the fire, fence the area for the fire with stones, bring water from a nearby spring...).
Real scouts but without caps, scarves and badges 🙂
I use the knife for cutting, sharpening, drilling, sawing... and I take out matchsticks and flint from the handle of the knife when it's time to light the fire.
I don't let my uncle light the fire with his lighter.
The other one, the Bowie knife, I don't think I've ever carried into the woods.
That knife, with the design and pattern painted on it, is more of a decoration knife for me...
While Rambo is a knife, a knife for true adventurers...
My uncle, who has not been with us for a long time, ignited in me a passion for spending time in nature. His enthusiasm to pass on his love of nature to me awakened that spark of inquisitive spirit in me, which burned long after his death.
Even to this day, when I feel the rough handle of the Rambo knife in my hands, I remember how many times, after my uncle death, I went out into nature alone or with a company, where I proudly displayed all the skills of living and coping in nature, which were passed on to me by my uncle.
Even today, wherever I find myself, I know how to orient myself, I know how to make a useful thing with my hands, with a minimum of tools and materials...
I know I can handle my 10 fingers. Even when I have a tool at hand, or even my knife, miracles are possible.