Showing posts with label American firearms tradition. Show all posts
Showing posts with label American firearms tradition. Show all posts

23 January 2009

What I Did for Food

S&W Model 624, Stainless .44 Special
A couple of them are shown twice here. Many are not shown at all. I just felt like illustrating to anyone who might care why I felt so sorry for myself when I lost my job and we moved to Boise and I sold all my guns to help keep us in groceries.
I think there was an old song called What I did for Love. I suppose we could all write our own versions of that one. But what I did for food actually hurt me and made me proud at the same time. I've been acquainted with some men who would not have done this. But how could they not? Nothing beats our obligation to do what we can to take care of our families. I suspect there are some who think I'm failing in that obligation right now. Shrug. They might be right. But on one occasion in my life, when it mattered, I did the right thing. It had taken me about thirty years to collect them all and I had sacrificed other things sometimes to get them. But I sold them off in ones and twos until they were all gone.
No, it's not that big a sacrifice. I didn't have to give up my freedom or get shot at or brave a cholera infested slum to get the food for us. Sheryl was doing more than her share, too. But these photos represent just a few of the things that I lost when I lost my job. I also lost a lot of self-respect and confidence. But you can't show those things in photographs.
Just so he knows I haven't sold his stuff, there are one or two of Joseph's things in these old photographs. They didn't go out with the rest. And Grandpa Hartsell's old 16 gauge side-by-side was never abandoned. But these pictures probably represent about one third of what I lost. Some will sympathize with that. Thank you. Others will say, "Why does a person need all those nasty old guns anyway?" I doubt I'll ever be able to communicate a satisfactory answer to that most unsatisfactory question. If the beauty, the grandeur, and the History represented by such things doesn't jump right out at you, there's probably little I could say to engender that kind of aesthetic sense in your heart.
But I haven't given up hope. I'll probably never have as many, but I have four good ones now. And I have hope that the number will grow at least a little by the time I leave them to younger folks to enjoy.
Ruger Mark II, .22 target pistol, 10" bull barrel.


Interarms Mk X Mauser, .30-06. Marlin 60, .22 LR. Ruger 10-22 (Joseph's)



1895 Marlin in .45-70 Gov't. Ruger All Weather .22 Mag. Thompson/Center Contender Carbine in .223 Rem.



Cheap old 20 gauge that I refinished.
1896 Swedish Mauser, mfg. 1915.
Oberndorf Mauser .22 target rifle. (sniff)



Italian clone of Colt Single-Action Army, .44 Special.


Norinco (Chinese) clone of 1936 Olympics Walther .22 Pistol.


Ruger Mk II (again)
S&W 624 (again)
Glock 23 in .40 S&W


Italian clone for CVA of Colt 1862 Pocket Police which was issued to Union military police during the Civil War.

Italian clone of 1853 Enfield (British armory) .58 caliber rifle-musket.










09 December 2008

Inventing Problems or How America is Losing its Mind.

Joseph in a tree in Moscow with his toy muzzleloader.

Clark Myers sent me an email today. Perhaps I forwarded it to some of you. It was a new story about a boy of 10 who had been arrested and arraigned on charges of terrorism for bringing a $5.96 toy revolver to school in his pocket. He didn't threated anyone with it (How could he? It's a toy!) He didn't even pull it out of his pocket; another kid did.



The boy who owned the little thing liked it because it looked somewhat like the single-action revolvers of the Civil War period which had been his class's subject of history study for some days. I suspect it looked more like an 1873 Colt cartridge revolver than an 1860 Colt Army which loaded with loose powder and ball, but he's only ten, after all , and the essential differences might have been lost on him.



I hope the absurdity of this situation is obvious to everyone. If anyone who reads this thinks even for a second that this is the way for adult authority figures to respond to children with toys resembling weapons, then please resign from the human race right now. There has never been a generation in human history in which the children, especially the boys, did not play at what their fathers and older brothers had to do in earnest. It may be seen as sad. It may be seen as being a self-fulfilling prophecy for children to indulge in such play. But it still happens in everyone's childhood to a greater or lesser degree.



If the people who arrest 10 year old boys for carrying toy revolvers and high school girls for leaving a cake knife in her locked car in the parking lot had been in power in Franklin, Tennessee when I was a child there, there wouldn't have been a single male child left at home in the custody of his parents. We played with cars and trucks. We played with electric trains. But the thing we did most often was play at some form of combat. Cops & Robbers. Cowboys & Indians. World War II. With our toy ships and airplanes the combat shifted to a different realm, but it was still a vividly imagined contest in which it was kill or be killed.



In the fifties, most movies were westerns, World War II stories, or crime dramas. Cold War dramas and "creature features" were also seen on the bill. And in every one of them, good guys employed firearms to save good people from bad people or bad creatures. It never occurred to anyone in legislature or in society back then that we should not grow up to own and use firearms, and always as a force for good.



In our little central Tennessee town, the most honor you could have as a little boy was to be "The Grey Ghost" in play. There was a half-hour show on every week in which this Confederate officer would fool and defeat any number of Union soldiers and save the day for noble citizens of Virginia. I was often Colonel Moseby. He really existed, you know. John Singleton Moseby so dominated several Virginia counties that Union forces called them "Moseby's Confederacy." Sometimes I was the Federal leader who fought for Union and against slavery. I knew both sides, because I lived in the south and my mother's people had fought for the North. We felt enobled to play the roles of people on both sides of American conflicts, because we knew that they had played a part - an important part - in the building and shaping of our country.



Years later, when I would read Stephen Vincent Benet's short story The Devil and Daniel Webster to my U.S. History classes, I tried to convey some of that feeling to them. When Jabez Stone is put on trial for his soul in his own kitchen, Mr. Scratch, the Devil, promises a jury of real Americans. And they are, too! Yet every one was seen by regular white settlers as being a villain of the worst stripe. Traitors, murderers, leaders of massacres, and witch-hanging religious zealots filled his jury box, all with the blue fires of hell still upon them. Surely they would do whatever Satan told them to do. But Dan'l Webster didn't complain. He recognized in each of them a person who had made a powerful contribution to the history of his young nation. Good, bad, or indifferent, they were all Americans and had earned a place in her History.



We used to look upon Americans of consequence as being that way. They were people of decisive action. And we wanted them represented that way. That's why John Wayne, Clint Eastwood, Gary Cooper, and Charles Bronson were our heroes. For those same reasons, Lee Marvin, Jack Palance, Bruce Dern, and Strother Martin were our favorite bad guys. Jack Elam, too! If you saw his crooked gaze in a western, you knew that you were in for a thrilling confrontation between good and evil. Not an unarmed discussion, but a final, decisive confrontation in which good people risked everything, even their lives, to see to it that their society was not dominated by evil persons.



Evil! Yes! People did not hesitate to call bad things bad. Today we are told to be tolerant of "alternative lifestyles" and "foreign religions." So we tolerate them. And what happens? We are attacked in our own streets and in our own places of business. Thousands die in a single day. If some people lose a free, democratic election, they throw organized tantrums in order to hurt people they don't even know, marring their places of worship and destroying their businesses. and professions.



I have known men who remember carrying bird guns and deer rifles to school with them in the morning, storing them in the "cloak room" at the back of the classroom (remember cloak rooms?) and retrieving them at the end of the day so they could hunt on the way home. It was as common as rain and no one thought anything about it. You know how many
"school shootings" they had back then? Yes, you know. It practically never happened. Good people were armed and expected to be so. Good people were expected to oppose that which was wrong. Today, many are afraid even to "allow" them the means of self-defense, let alone of taking an active hand in the fight against evil in their communities. We are becoming a weak, coddled people who seem to expect the police agencies to do that which the Supreme court has said more than once they are not to be held liable to do, namely to protect our lives.



Well, if they are not to be held responsible to protect us, then who is? The only possible answer is "ourselves."

My Favorite Books & Authors

  • Dale Brown
  • Mark Twain
  • Charles Dickens
  • Speeches both Historical and Hysterical
  • Damon Runyon
  • Jan Karon Mitford Novels
  • Clive Cussler
  • Tom Clancy Novels
  • Harry Potter
  • The Works of Ernest Thompson Seton