I was talking to my sister a few days ago and she reminded me that our dad had passed away just 5 years ago. “Just 5 years ago” really doesn’t seem possible.
Dad was born in 1917 and lived to the lively age of 98. He was truly a great guy and a lot of fun to be around. Had a great sense of humor and was up for about anything. In fact he was well into his 70’s when a pilot friend offered to take dad for a ride in a Citabria aerobatic plane. Dad jumped at the opportunity.
Just a few days prior to my sisters call I was digging around in the gun safe and came across dad’s old Case Stockman. He bought it in the 1930’s after high school graduation. Dad farmed for a number of years and that Case definitely saw some hard use.
Next to it laid a pair of Buck 110’s. One of them mine that I carried for many years when I owned a sporting goods store and dressed a few deer, pheasants, grouse and other miscellaneous critters. The other one dad found laying in the street. It had been run over. The handle on one side was broken and the knife was in tough shape to put it mildly. I encouraged him to send it in to Buck to have it refurbished figuring whatever they charged would be less then replacement cost. And I was right. NO CHARGE even after dad told them the circumstances of the knife coming into his possession. He never carried it but was always good for a story about how he acquired it.
Just a couple of days ago my wife and I were discussing what all we needed to stow in our camper IF we ever get to use it this summer. We were talking about putting some coffee in when we started laughing about a visit with dad some years back.
On a weekend visit he was telling me about the strangest occurrence with his new Bunn coffee maker and couldn’t figure out what was going on with it. He told me somehow the coffee grounds were disappearing whenever he made a pot of coffee. I laughed and told him…..well anyway, I explained that wasn’t possible so dad put a pot of coffee on to brew.
About 15 minutes later he told me to check the coffee grounds situation. Sure as hell, the basket holding the grounds was empty and there wasn’t a single ground in the pot.
After considerable head scratching and discussion I asked him to show me what kind of coffee he was using thinking maybe he had some sort of super fine grind of coffee. When I opened the canister he kept the coffee in it took me a few seconds to realize what had happened. Dad had dumped a jar of instant coffee into the canister he usually kept his ground coffee in. That was probably one of the best laughs he and I had since he cut the top off the Christmas tree. But that’s another story.
So how did I get from my memories of dad, to knives to coffee. It’s the Covid Virus. WAAaaaay too much time cooped up at home. If you all knew where all my mind wandered in the course of a day, I most likely wouldn’t be allowed to spend much time unattended or living at home!