S: Dad's Pocketknife
BC: Las Cruces, New Mexico | Dad's Pocketknife was written for Marvin Warkentine for a Father's Day gift. It was written approximately in 1998 by Blaine Warkentine.
FC: by Blaine Warkentine | Dad's Pocketknife
1: Dedicated to: My Dad, Marvin, who showed me how to be a husband, a father, and a man and to my wife, Carol, and our children, Shana, Shari, and Luke who made it easy for me to become all three.
2: Dad was a man that lived by tilling and loving the land. He worked a lifetime with the sweat of his brow and the calluses of his hands.
3: Sometimes he wore blue jeans and sometimes it was bibs with the Big Smith name. Whatever it was, the pocket contents were always the same.
4: There was a wrench or two, probably a 7/16 and a 1/2 inch. And a coin purse, one of those plastic kind, to get it to open, its ends you pinched.
5: There was usually a pair of pliers, the fix-all of the farm. No keys, those could be left in the ignition without cause for alarm.
6: And there was always a pocketknife; the brand over the years may have changed, But somehow, no matter what the name, Dad's pocketknife always looked the same.
7: It may have been a Case, or an Old Timer, or a Barlow. And its uses were as many as are God's tomorrows.
8: It could open bags of fertilizer and feed sacks too. Or drill a hole in a smashed fingernail to keep it from turning blue.
9: It could whittle a stick while listening to a tale spun by Ruben Shin or Oliver Hess. Or quickly clean the grease from under fingernails to keep Mom from saying how he looked a mess.
10: It opened quart cans of oil and scraped the gasket from a tractor's engine head. It removed rocks and stones from a horse's hoof bed.
11: It could cut the twine from a bale of alfalfa or prairie hay. And clean the mud off of boots; even that old gumbo clay.
12: There were the many medical and veterinary uses too. It was absolutely amazing what that knife could do!
13: It could make a bull a steer and a boar a barrow. Or notch a young pig's ear right after the old sow had farrowed.
14: It scraped screwworms from a pasture calf's belly hole. It helped pull ticks or cockleburs from various hides when they didn't want to let go.
15: It even, after a chase and a heart attack,. opened a hog's throat. I can tell you for sure, 100% sure; it never worked on a sheep or a goat.
16: That old pocketknife helped us celebrate rural life. Why we couldn't have had a birthday or a Christmas without that knife.
17: Mother and daughters were just exactly the same. They sealed gifts with a vengeance like it was a game.
18: The gift's recipient would struggle with the tape for a while. Then Mother would say with an innocent smile.
19: "Do you have your pocketknife?" she asked the ol' man. He would dig past the coin purse and the wrenches and produce the final step in the plan.
20: The gift's bindings would quickly fall from the blade's attack. Having saved the day, Dad would fold the knife and sit back.
21: The more things change, the more they stay the same. Now Grandkids associate gifts, pocketknives and Granddad's name.
22: Someday Dad will pass from this life to what awaits. I'm sure he'll be very comfortable beyond those pearly gates. And when God has trouble opening a rain cloud or whatever is done in the afterlife. I know he'll look at Dad and ask, "Hey, Marvin, do you have your pocketknife?"