The Last Standing Knight
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Moderators, please bear with me here...this is not what you think.
My mom passed away earlier this month at the ripe old age of 92. As is par for such matters, I am going through her personal effects. One of those personal effects I wrote about in another section of this forum.
There was one handgun in particular I was looking for. It was the pistol my dad taught me how to shoot on when I first entered my teenaged years. He had bought it in the 1950's. A small, tiny thing about the size of an I-frame. It is a Guardsman revolver, blued, 4 inch barrel, round butt made by Harrington and Richardson in Mass. To load it, you have to take the ENTIRE cylinder out of the gun, eject the cases, reload and put the cylinder back. Originall chambered for the long cartridge, my dad for some reason had it sent back to H&R and rechambered so it would fire ONLY the 32 S&W short round.
It is way outclassed by what is out there these days. But in its time, it was not an uncommon firearm. This revolver has always held a very dear place in my heart. Single action no longer works but it fires double action with no problem unless you don't like a trigger pull measured in tons.
I found that gun. I am currently cleaning it as it did have a coat of surface rust. Mom would never let me have it for some reason...so it just sat in a drawer with a box of Winchester 88 gr rnl 32 S&W ammunition.
I do not like to show emotion. But this gun brought back pleasant memories of me and my dad at the range with it. We used to make people scratch their heads firing it at a 50 yrd range and STILL putting the rounds in the nine and ten ring even at a distance where you could probably SEE the round going down range under certain conditions.
That revolver now belongs to me...and will eventually go to my son. I sit here with the cleaning kit and look at it, I find myself somewhat "blinded" as I hold the old gun which as a child thought wasthe biggest thing I had ever seen and when I held it, memories flood back...
Am I a sentimental old fool? Perhaps. Although I don't think there are many of us here that wouldn't be under such circumstances. Funny how a firearm can do that.
Thanks for bearing with me in my little diatribe here today. I'm going to wipe my eyes and get back to cleaning it. Whne I am through, it will be spotless.
My mom passed away earlier this month at the ripe old age of 92. As is par for such matters, I am going through her personal effects. One of those personal effects I wrote about in another section of this forum.
There was one handgun in particular I was looking for. It was the pistol my dad taught me how to shoot on when I first entered my teenaged years. He had bought it in the 1950's. A small, tiny thing about the size of an I-frame. It is a Guardsman revolver, blued, 4 inch barrel, round butt made by Harrington and Richardson in Mass. To load it, you have to take the ENTIRE cylinder out of the gun, eject the cases, reload and put the cylinder back. Originall chambered for the long cartridge, my dad for some reason had it sent back to H&R and rechambered so it would fire ONLY the 32 S&W short round.
It is way outclassed by what is out there these days. But in its time, it was not an uncommon firearm. This revolver has always held a very dear place in my heart. Single action no longer works but it fires double action with no problem unless you don't like a trigger pull measured in tons.
I found that gun. I am currently cleaning it as it did have a coat of surface rust. Mom would never let me have it for some reason...so it just sat in a drawer with a box of Winchester 88 gr rnl 32 S&W ammunition.
I do not like to show emotion. But this gun brought back pleasant memories of me and my dad at the range with it. We used to make people scratch their heads firing it at a 50 yrd range and STILL putting the rounds in the nine and ten ring even at a distance where you could probably SEE the round going down range under certain conditions.
That revolver now belongs to me...and will eventually go to my son. I sit here with the cleaning kit and look at it, I find myself somewhat "blinded" as I hold the old gun which as a child thought wasthe biggest thing I had ever seen and when I held it, memories flood back...
Am I a sentimental old fool? Perhaps. Although I don't think there are many of us here that wouldn't be under such circumstances. Funny how a firearm can do that.
Thanks for bearing with me in my little diatribe here today. I'm going to wipe my eyes and get back to cleaning it. Whne I am through, it will be spotless.
