> Except for the razor my grandfather brought from Germany in 1945 Hah - I also have an old razor. I inherited it from my Dad. He seems to have bought it in ab

> Except for the razor my grandfather brought from Germany in 1945 Hah - I also have an old razor. I inherited it from my Dad. He seems to have bought it in about 1935, from a cutler in Cambridge, where he went to University. It was made in Sheffield, but is engraved with the name of that Cambridge shop. He would have been about 20 when he bought it - perhaps his first razor. I've tried to sharpen and use it; but it was pretty rough. I find that modern razors from the likes of Dovo are much better. > I've never really met my grandfather My paternal grandfather died before I was born. My father says he was sitting in his chair; then he just coughed and died. I hope I am lucky enough to die like that. I knew my maternal grandfather quite well; I used to visit him when I was 13 - 15, most Sunday afternoons. He was a pacifist, an atheist, and a hero: he was head of education in Hong Kong, when the Japanese took over. The story is that he stole a truck, and drove around the rich neighbourhoods collecting mattresses, medicines and - whisky. He liked a wee dram. He drove the truck to the concentration camp, blagged his way past the guards, and delivered the truck to the camp medical centre (minus the whisky, I imagine). I'm also an atheist, and spent most of my life as a pacifist. I'm no hero, though.