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Cecil
Graves gave me this fountain pen
as a
High
school
graduation present in May, 1920. She
lived up the road a ways and she and I rode horseback together seven
miles
to
school
in
Sturgeon
(Missouri). Sometimes we would
have a horse race down main street, especially when I rode “Jim”
the mule. We kept our
horses in Grandpa's
barn
during school hours.
My
father cherished
this pen all through his 100 years of life, and I now cherish it as
much as he. If my father
had never received this quality pen to hand down to me, but used pens
that he picked up at the five and dime, then this memory would never
be.
With this thought and inspiration, I began my adventure into
quality pen making and “My Father’s Pen” was born.
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