My Grandfather's PocketknifeToday I was cleaning some shelves in my maternal grandmother's garage when I came across two pocketknives. I of course left them alone while I dusted, but after I decided to ask my grandma if I should do something with them.My Grandfather's Pocketknife2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The minute I mentioned I found a pocketknife, my mom (who was helping her look through some papers) asked me if it was brown. When I confirmed that it was, she smiled and said it belonged to my grandfather, and she remembered him carrying it around.
Then my grandma said that I could have it.
I looked at my mom to see if she would say anything, and when she didn't I jokingly stated that I was over my last run-in with one. My mom then told my grandma that I had found her old Girl Scout knife a while back and cut my thumb on the blade when I pulled it out. I added that she thought I handled what happened very well (I kept my thumb in my mouth until I found a Band-Aid, then put more Band-Aids on when I realized one wasn't enough).
I'll admit, I brought up the story bec