rhmc24
Absent Comrade
BOYS AND GUNS - 1930s to Now
Little boys wanted to grow up - usually to be a policeman, fireman or a cowboy. The two out of three had guns. So we kids had guns, cap guns, wooden guns we made or occasionally a real pistol a rusty junker that wouldn't shoot.* We played the cowboy movie we saw last Saturday morning. Later we warred with 'rubber guns' we made from wood, shooting heavy rubber bands made by cutting inner tubes from car tires. It would really sting to be hit on bare skin.
Around the eighth grade we were into hunting and shooting our own .22 rifle or .410 shotgun. My Grandfather and to a lesser extent my Father trained me in proper and safe gun handling. Some of us got cheap pistols, frowned on but tolerated by our elders, under strict instruction. I/we spent many an hour tramping over the Criner hills shooting whatever moved. A lot of jack rabbits then -- but no more.
School tolerated guns to some degree, old-ish guns sometimes came to school for 'show and tell'. I remember, sixth grade, boy brought a little .22 pistol (not loaded) to school. Teacher took it away and gave it back to him at end of the day with admonition to leave it at home.
My best friend shooting his H&R 922 in the back yard sends a richochet thru a lady's kitchen window. Detective gives him a stern lecture about shooting hazards. He had to pay $2.50 for the window.
We didn't get expelled, arrested, psycho-explored or turn out to be criminals. Later, upper 1940s, one of our class shot another but neither had been members of our juvenile 'gun culture'. In that case, a romantic triangle, nobody died and nobody did any time for it.
My Grandmother often said "boys have to make it up fool's hill". Most of us made it - some only to fall in WW2.
Time changes everything --- from 1960s I have a show and tell school project that won a red ribbon for a board display of a number of live ammunition types. Today our divided society on one hand demonizes guns, our legislature legalizes 'open carry'.
Below is my Son's 5th grade school project he won a red ribbon for, ca. 1963 --
After decades in the attic ---->
Little boys wanted to grow up - usually to be a policeman, fireman or a cowboy. The two out of three had guns. So we kids had guns, cap guns, wooden guns we made or occasionally a real pistol a rusty junker that wouldn't shoot.* We played the cowboy movie we saw last Saturday morning. Later we warred with 'rubber guns' we made from wood, shooting heavy rubber bands made by cutting inner tubes from car tires. It would really sting to be hit on bare skin.
Around the eighth grade we were into hunting and shooting our own .22 rifle or .410 shotgun. My Grandfather and to a lesser extent my Father trained me in proper and safe gun handling. Some of us got cheap pistols, frowned on but tolerated by our elders, under strict instruction. I/we spent many an hour tramping over the Criner hills shooting whatever moved. A lot of jack rabbits then -- but no more.
School tolerated guns to some degree, old-ish guns sometimes came to school for 'show and tell'. I remember, sixth grade, boy brought a little .22 pistol (not loaded) to school. Teacher took it away and gave it back to him at end of the day with admonition to leave it at home.
My best friend shooting his H&R 922 in the back yard sends a richochet thru a lady's kitchen window. Detective gives him a stern lecture about shooting hazards. He had to pay $2.50 for the window.
We didn't get expelled, arrested, psycho-explored or turn out to be criminals. Later, upper 1940s, one of our class shot another but neither had been members of our juvenile 'gun culture'. In that case, a romantic triangle, nobody died and nobody did any time for it.
My Grandmother often said "boys have to make it up fool's hill". Most of us made it - some only to fall in WW2.
Time changes everything --- from 1960s I have a show and tell school project that won a red ribbon for a board display of a number of live ammunition types. Today our divided society on one hand demonizes guns, our legislature legalizes 'open carry'.
Below is my Son's 5th grade school project he won a red ribbon for, ca. 1963 --

After decades in the attic ---->