Some things from our childhood we will always remember. I grew up around some tough men, and the children in my family were taught how to work cattle and operate heavy equipment at an early age. We fixed barbed wire fences, penned cattle, and drove the hay hauling truck. We operated bull dozers and tractor trailers prior to our teenage years. We acquired an honest work ethic from a generation of hard working men.
One of these tough men I remember from my childhood is my Uncle Henry. He always struck me as the strong, silent type. My fondest memory of him is the yellow handled pocket knife he always carried. The first time I saw that knife, I thought it was a toy. Knives -- REAL knives -- did not have yellow handles!!
Through the years, I watched that "toy" cut baling twine, strip wire, open metal oil cans, and scrape gaskets from motors being rebuilt. That knife was as tough as the men who raised me. I found out later that this knife had a name. It was a Case.
As an adult, when people asked what i wanted for Christmas or my birthday, my response was always the same. "I have always wanted a yellow handled Case pocket knife," I would say. Birthdays and Christmas came and went through the years without my wish being granted. My oldest son changed that one year, when he handed me a small package. I knew....I just knew what it contained, and I told him so. He shook his head and said that it was not a yellow handled Case. He was right.....the package contained a beautiful blue handled Case pocket knife.
Throughout my life, I have carried many different knives. They have all been lost or stuck in a closet somewhere. My Case is the only one I've ever carried daily for years. I know I'm not near as tough as the guys who raised me, but my knife is......because it is a Case.
My blue handled Case.....so much more than just another Christmas present