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Dad's Knife
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Sunshine
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Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Dad’s Knife Little girl hands hold many things as a treasure, including their dad’s hands, so strong in blunt fingered way, and those things that dads finger, find their way into little girls’ lives… Dad’s knife was mystery and magic, assembled inexplicably in black and steel casing, with all blades needing the grip of a man, not a child. Still, it fascinated me [with no little satisfaction] that orange Nehi became mine instantly with Dad’s cap lifter; a missing key to roller skates not missed too much with his knife’s screwdriver at the ready; hard-shelled walnuts became a daily luxury, speared open to relinquish sweet meats by a sharp blade; and when sore subjects of flushing minds became tantamount for discussion, the knife’s main blade was ever ready to whittle at a stick, “for concentration”. His right front jeans pocket was the nesting place for his treasure, which, I was sure even then, though I knew not the word, he figured only as utilitarian, but it must have contained some magic, to a degree… because the hands that could do all, did a little more when he silently brandished his camper’s knife ~ making him ever larger in little girl green eyes. ~*~ For the brothers of Passions [This message has been edited by Sunshine (05-18-2004 09:53 AM).] |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
tender thoughts from wonderous eyes...enjoyed  |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
I know this well.....I gave Tim a knife that was mine...he treasures it....I have one my father had, I treasure it as well. A knife to a man is like part of his soul, part of the man. And men must always have a knife to sit around and whittle innocently on sticks or nonsense, didn't matter. Just the feel itself soothed the soul...and to share such, was heavenly...particularly with a child.. Thanx KJ, for bringing back a thought or two, and more. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I was never very close to my father...he was Navy to the bone...and I was a rebellious teenager with no mother... but this is a great write |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Well dear lady you sure have been digging up the memories today... First with 'popping beads' for the sisters of Passions and now with the knife for the fellas. Wonderful wonderful write Karilea.... Hugs~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
A significant memory so beautifully shared, dear Karilea. While to me knives are a menace, to my brother and to my son, they are exactly what Barry says. I think they associate primordial meanings and rites to the knife, as it surely was the first instrument in men's hands ... Love, Margherita |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Very touching, dear sis!  |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
This soooo captures the magic and mystery of a Father. Wonderful. Smiles -- Susan |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Fantabulous Karilea! Maree xx The clouds never expect it when it rains, but the sea, changes colour, but the sea, does not change. |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
Such great memories come from such items. How vital it is that we note what impact we have on the little ones in our lives. KJ Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
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Still, it fascinated me [with no little satisfaction] that orange Nehi became mine instantly with Dad’s cap lifter; a missing key to roller skates not missed too much with his knife’s screwdriver at the ready; hard-shelled walnuts became a daily luxury, speared open to relinquish sweet meats by a sharp blade; and when sore subjects of flushing minds became tantamount for discussion, the knife’s main blade was ever ready to whittle at a stick, “for concentration”. =================================== you nailed the innocence and childhood curiosities...most of all the adoration. this is a wonderful memoire write poetess Sun.  I love you more the further I go ... |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
This is a sweet, sweet memory. You are lucky to have memories like this, dear lady, of your Dad. Corinne |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
this is lovely... and having a six year old little wonder I pray I can be this lovely a memory for her very nice K the everDoubting, Brian |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
Reminds me of my Grandpa's knife. My husband has always carried one to. This tends to be a problem sometimes nowdays... He's bailed me out plenty of times with that instrument... Enjoyed. Sunshine, do I need to invest in bookends for your bookshelf? There are so many books they're about ready to topple over! Enjoyed! Sadie |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Karilea, I really enjoy these wonderful, precious glimpses into your memories. Beautiful! .....jo |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
but it must have contained some magic, to a degree… because the hands that could do all, did a little more when he silently brandished his camper’s knife ~ making him ever larger in little girl green eyes. I could feel my own dad looking into my own green eyes at a campfire years ago and the memory was beautiful....thank you Kari. |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
I've carried a pocketknife most of my life, I think most men have. I also think that we would never "see" the pocketknife as you have. Well, until now that is. *grin* |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
More insight than I have! I have carried a knife since I was a small child and have worn out several. The right knife is an extension of thought. When I travel, it is the last thing that I pack in checked luggage and the first thing I unpack; my right leg feels funny without the familiar shape pressed against it. I agree with wranx that "we" do not see it the way you have helped us to see it, but I would never be without one. Thanks for this wonderful look from a different side. |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
Can I echo the words of Janet Marie "you nailed the innocence and childhood curiosities...most of all the adoration." So well said.......thank you for sharing your loving memories Charisma |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
These types of poems warm a wanton heart I tell you. It is so nice to read what love some children felt for parents, and to have all these memories is a wealth beyond any other. |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
but it must have contained some magic, to a degree… because the hands that could do all, did a little more when he silently brandished his camper’s knife ~ making him ever larger in little girl green eyes. This also brought memories to my mind of my Dad and how large he is in my green eyes..... And, you know, I think about every man I've ever had in my life carried a pocket knife of some kind and some size. I wonder what stories those knives could tell us if they could talk?? LOL Hugs, Ethel |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
What an enjoyable story. He must be very proud of the detailed memory a daughter would share. Great read. JL She said: ”You look cute in the dark.” |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I am sure most of you have noted that instead of coming into my own posts to thank you all, I try to read your poems, instead, and leave my thoughts with you, there, on your own words. But when a little personal poem such as this seems to touch you in your own personal ways, or allow that yes, Virginia, there are good dads out there...then I have to come back here, to where it began, and leave my thanks. You are all so very special to me in so many ways. You are all what makes Passions so brilliant, and so warm. Thank you. |
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