Among the keepsakes and mementos that I inherited from my mom were these blades.
I don't know anything about the straight razor except that it belonged to Joe Hulsman, my great-grandfather. You can see from the wallow in the blade that it's been stropped a million times. There are no makers marks at all that I can see on the Razor. The handles were some kind of flexible translucent bone. Maybe they were made from whale bone or something? They're very scratched and stained from age.
The little pen knife is just an inexpensive keychain item from the Great Depression era. It probably belonged to my mom since she was a child.
It's hard to read the stamping on the blade because it's very tiny but I believe it shows an elephant and says "Mammut" USA.
The stainless steel knife has a little nail file and Tiny scissors as well. This was something my mom picked up from the Air Force.
There's no value to any of these things except for sentiment. Anyone else rooting around through my mom's junk would have just tossed them out. But by their mere existence they receive a place in my collection.
By the way, I freaked my wife out a little bit by stropping that old razor on my blue jeans and then shaving some hair. I'm bald but I still have about six hairs on the top of my head that drive me nuts. She squealed when she saw me do that, for sure.
It was still pretty close to sharp, and Grandpa's been dead 60 years.
Nobody's used it since him, until today.