Since everyone is so busy posting family keepsakes on here, I thought I'd post one of the few that I have. Dad probably carried this pocket knife every day of his life. The bone handle is worn down to a smooth surface, and the metal plate is almost worn off. I was witness countless times to one of the main uses of this knife, which was kept to a razor-sharp edge, when Dad performed numerous operations on young male pigs and calves, so to speak, and one monumental operation on my 700 pound Duroc Jersey Boar which won the grand champion ribbon at the Wyoming State Fair but which soon met his inglorious fate in the sausage grinder. One time while Grandpa Wasden was about to perform this operation, after studying the young pig for awhile, he announced, "aha, a seedless grape!" Sorry if this makes anyone squeamish, but such was and is life on the farm and we never thought anything about the necessary routines of farm chores.