My dad gave me this knife today it belonged to his grandpa my great grandpa. My great grandpa was born around 1900 and died around 1955 give or take. I know he spent most of his life on a small farm in Northwest Missouri. The farm is still in the family. My dad has told me a little about him. He played the fiddle, was a blacksmith and could make a horse do anything. The farm didn’t have running water or electricity till after he died. I love holding these old tools and thinking about how different life was then. The knife is a simple and thin like a machete. The handle looks to me like the bottom of an axe handle that was repurposed. The handle has also been repaired at least twice once with bailing wire once with a nail. One thing that struck me in looking over the blade is that there’s some mushrooming on the spine near the tip. Makes me think this was used to split some wood down at one point. I feel very lucky to have this I also have a set of his blacksmith tongs. I’m a bit conflicted on what to do with it. Part of me likes the story it tells just how it is. Another part of me wants to fit a new handle on it and sharpen it up. Thanks for looking.