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 Category:  Biographical Non-Fiction
  Posted: October 23, 2021      Views: 33

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I have always been a writer at heart, but only since March of 2015 have I had a chance to explore the possibility of this being a real gift. I loved sewing quilts, making jam and pickles, planting seeds and tending them into fruitfulness, keeping h - more...

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From my Childhood
"The Sword" by Cass Carlton

Long before there was sliced bread, the daily loaf reigned supreme on the mealtime table.
At our place, the new loaf would sit comfortably upon the big, pine bread board.
Alongside the loaf, the butter,(not margarine) waited in its green glass container to be applied in mouth watering blobs and patches.
Unless it was summer and the butter was soft and easily spread.

Presided over by my father, the loaf of fresh, delicious bread would be cut into slices "on demand", or I should say "as per a respectful request", by my father and passed down the table to whoever had asked for it.
He would balance the slice of bread on the blade of the knife and say, "Mind the sword" as we carefully took our piece.

If anyone wanted their slice buttered, my mother or I would usually do it for the children, although two of them were able to do their own.
The bread knife was a very large specimen with a bone handle and a vicious, serrated edge that never became blunt.

My father referred to it as "The Sword", and we rarely had reason to use it for any other purpose than that for which it was designated.
There were never any accidents or mishaps while Dad was in charge of the bread at mealtime.

In time, the sword became a blade of all work being used to cut paper, linoleum and thick cardboard at various times in its life.
Once there was a hank of thick, sisal twine which became caught in (of all things) the wheels of the pram.
It was hacked and sawed at ineffectively until someone brought the sword out of the kitchen drawer to remove the mess from the pram wheels.
The twine was dispatched in no time and the pram's wheels turned without obstruction once again.

That blade never ever failed and I remember once being told it was made of Japanese steel.
.For some reason I thought of Samurai swords and their brutal associations.
To this day the recollection of our bread knife always puts me in mind of a masked, ninja warrior who, with two hands, swings a razor sharp blade.
It is a far cry from the image of a man feeding his family bread at mealtime, although it was cut by a sword.

Author Notes
This little recollection came out of a piece by Lyenochka about superstitions about giving (and receiving) gifts of knives. I was going to PM her with the above story when I realized it was worthy of a posting. So, here y'are. cheers Cass
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