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I haven't been able to participate in many weeks, but what I have to share with you is near to my heart. I'm the only girl in my family, and the only grand-daughter on my dad's side. One time I was spending a week with my dad's parents during the summer. Pap(Dad's dad) asked for someone to help him cut the grass. My three brothers and two male cousins stated that it was too hot, and they didn't want to. They went fishing instead. I helped Pap with all of the yard work, and then we washed his truck. At the end of the day, when all of the boys came back around, he pulled a pocket knife out of his pocket, and handed it to me. He said that was my payment for helping him all day. The boys all protested. "What was a girl going to do with a pocketknife?" "They didn't know they were going to get something." Pap winked at me, and said, "She didn't know she was going to get something either, but she helped me anyway."
I was probably around 13 when I received that knife. I wonder if Pap remembers that he gave it to me?
That was precious!
ReplyDeleteHow sweet. What a treasure in deed.
ReplyDeleteAmazing lesson. My question is "did the boys learn a lesson from this?"
ReplyDeleteNeat pocketknife!
How wonderful that you still keep that knife. Is your Pap still alive so that you may ask him if he remembers that gift?
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I don't think one of your brothers or cousins would still have (and treasure) it now if they had got it.... ;-))))
Best wishes from Germany,
Anita
Oh I love it! How funny! I wonder if those boys learned their lesson that day? I enjoyed hearing this sweet memory.
ReplyDeleteTHAT is a great story!! Good for you, that you stuck around and helped. I know that knife is a cherished possession.
ReplyDeleteTracy, how biblical this story sounds! Good for you and I hope you have kept that attitude - but then I guess you have the pen knife to remind you.
ReplyDeleteBlessings and bliss
from Miss Eagle in Australia
What a beautiful lesson and fond memory!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great story behind the photo!!
ReplyDeleteGreat show and tell!! Mine's posted too. About an 'antique' keyboard of mine!!!
What a sweet story, and with a moral too! I'm sure you treasure this pocket knife as much (if not more) than any old boy would.
ReplyDeleteI love this story and I can only imagine what that knife means to you! You showed your loving heart at a very early age, Tracy!
ReplyDeleteSusan
What a great story!
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Mrs. C
What a wonderful story and a great treasure from your grandpap!
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful heartwarming story behind that pocket knife!! I'm the only girl with 4 brothers and quite often I remember helping my dad out with something because the boys didn't want to:-) xo
ReplyDeleteTHat is so sweet, what a wonderful grandfather.
ReplyDeleteTracy,
ReplyDeleteWhat a smart Pap you have! That is a wonderful story and I think it's great that you got that pocket knife. Just a side note I really like your blog header. Very cool!
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That was sweet of your grandfather.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure it is a treasure to you indeed.
I could find a million uses for a pocket knife. I usually have one on my key chain!! Great show and tell.
ReplyDeleteI love the story. It is a good lesson to pass on to others.
ReplyDeleteVery sweet, and a good lesson, too!
ReplyDeleteWhat an amazing grandfather...
ReplyDeleteWhat a treasured memory...
Thanks for sharing!
Love, Love, Love this story!! What a true treasure!
ReplyDeleteLana G!
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I imagine every time you see that pocket knife you remember that wonderful, hot day working side by side with your grandfather. What a wonderful memory! :o)
ReplyDeletePeople of your grandfather's generation had a way of teaching children life's lessons that was never forgotten by those kids. Today's children would just be cross with him.
ReplyDeleteIt always pays to be helpful and a giver at heart. That is a beautiful treasure and memory!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet story! That makes this a priceless treasure.
ReplyDeleteBarbara H. @ Stray Thoughts
What a nice treasure. I love the story. Pap taught a lesson that day!
ReplyDeleteSo sweet Tracy!
ReplyDeleteA great story and a great memory! And I agree with Anita's comment about your brothers and cousins - certainly they would have lost the knife by now!
ReplyDeleteThat was such a sweet story, Tracy! I read it to Grace and Emily and we all enjoyed it! I'm glad you still have this treasure!
ReplyDeleteKelli
how wonderful!! Reminds me of my grandaddy who would annswer every question no matter I was girl or not. Thanks for coming by my place!
ReplyDeleteWhat a treasure! My grandfather always carries a pocketknife as well. It's one of those items that doesn't have much material value, yet the sentimental joy it brings is unmeasurable!
ReplyDeleteWise grandfather!
ReplyDeleteAnd wise woman (even at 13!)
Who gets it next? Do you have sons?
Neat story!
Katherine
Oh, my boys would love yo snag that up in a heartbeat!
ReplyDelete0:) Amber
Thank you for visiting my blog this week and leaving me a sweet comment. I'm so far behind on visiting other blogs but I do read and treasure each comment and try my best to return the blessing.
ReplyDeleteMay you enjoy the weekend!
~Tamara
www.TrainingHearts.com
That's so cool. I bet you'll keep it forever!
ReplyDeleteWhat a special gift. I know you cherish it. My father and grandfather always had a pocketknife with them.
ReplyDeleteYour story reminds me of the Little Red Hen story. ;0) I bet it's a lesson they didn't forget! Gordon has his Dad's pocketknife now, and is very proud of it, too.
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