My great-grandfather left us a few guns…some flavor of bolt-action rifle, a 12g Winchester 1200, and I think a .22LR? My idiotic father pawned the rifles, I long ago “rehomed” the shotgun where it isn’t at risk of such things. It ain’t mine per se, it’s going to the next generation when they’re old enough.
Likewise, my dad’s mom’s husband (my Grandpa Art, the Vietnam door gunner) wanted his Marlin 336 out of the house after Grandma died and Dad took it home. He shot it a few times at the range with us, but it was forgotten, in a canvas wrap, in a molding garage pile of crap. When my parents got divorced, Mom told me to recover everything I wanted to rescue, because Dad was both an idiot and was getting evicted. Naturally, I had a priority list…the Marlin, her shotgun and rifle, the old Nichols Family Bible, etc. The mission was successful, and even though there were some hurt feelings from my Dad, I sternly told him that those artifacts weren’t things to be ignored, neglected, pawned or destroyed because they’re ours as a family. Helped that Art was still alive and very vehemently opposed to Dad “dishonoring” his name and rifle, he gave it to me and asked that I pass it on to my kids or some nephews. I think that’s the best fate for it.
It still makes me mad. Dad would habituallyleave the garage open, invite over strangers, etc….not smart, or respectful, or safe at all. He quite frankly barely deserves to be trusted with a firearm period. To my knowledge, he’s never kept one…always pawns them. I gave him a Hi-Pointg and a Taurus I haven’t seen in decades.