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Chubbo

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Confession time
I’d like to explain why I spend most of my cyber time on the S&W forum, reminiscing. I refer to it as my Nostalgia forum. Each time that I open the ‘Big Blue’ S&W Forum, more fond memories, gathered from 90+ years of experience, are sure to return to me. This might help explain my many replies to threads based on things that happened in the past, and the ‘Good Old Days’. Most of my true tales are quite lengthy, and I apologize for that also.

‘Nuff said’, confession time is over.

Chubbo
 
Yup. Get many good chuckles from you folks with shared experience. Just recently, the retellings of nuns against southpaws, and the Spaulding ball as ultimate game piece were memory inducing.


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Confession time
I’d like to explain why I spend most of my cyber time on the S&W forum, reminiscing. I refer to it as my Nostalgia forum. Each time that I open the ‘Big Blue’ S&W Forum, more fond memories, gathered from 90+ years of experience, are sure to return to me. This might help explain my many replies to threads based on things that happened in the past, and the ‘Good Old Days’. Most of my true tales are quite lengthy, and I apologize for that also.

‘Nuff said’, confession time is over.

Chubbo

What you call nostalgis can be life lessons for the rest of us. Remember my dad's saying:
"If the older generation didn't pass along its knowledge to the younger generation we'd still be living in caves."

And with my last birthday, I realize that I'm not that far behind you.
 
I remember as a youngster sitting around under huge walnut trees in the shade of the evening at my grandfather's farm. My dad and uncles and cousins and often some of the neighbor farmers would gather around sipping my grandmother's iced tea and listen to yarns and stories with the St. Louis Cardinals on the radio in the background. Once it got dark we'd stoke a fire in the firepit, mainly to keep the 'skeeters away.

I wish young folks today would sit respectfully and listen to older folks tell tales and learn a bit from their elders.
 
I wish young folks today would sit respectfully and listen to older folks tell tales and learn a bit from their elders.


Unfortunately they don't have the sense to do this because they don't have the experience to understand that we "old folks" have had far longer to acquire knowledge than they have had! They think that once you are past 40 you don't know anything anymore and are getting dumber by the day. Yes, I know I am preaching to the choir, but at least those will understand.



Just wait until you retire and can't find another job because all the "management" people who will interview think they know everything, and they are only in their 30s! BTDT but you don't get a shirt anymore for that.
 
We like stories, ‘specially the true ones. Extra points for the mostly true ones :)

Do you know the difference between a kid's fairy tale and an old firefighter's war story?

A kid's fairy tale always begins with the phrase "once upon a time"...

An old firefighter's war story always begins with the phrase "Hey, now this is no ****..."

:)
 
As I see it, the biggest issue with kids today is that they can no longer think for themselves and use deductive reasoning like we were taught to. All they can do is parrot things they hear-without even knowing they’re not true (for the most part). By the time they figure out they’ve been “played” the game will be won-and not by them.
 
As I see it, the biggest issue with kids today is that they can no longer think for themselves and use deductive reasoning like we were taught to. All they can do is parrot things they hear-without even knowing they’re not true (for the most part). By the time they figure out they’ve been “played” the game will be won-and not by them. Pretty
 
I have a very clear recollection from 1950. I was in the back seat of my dad's car, and we were taking my dad's uncle (who was a country doctor) to see his small herd of Aberdeen Angus cattle in Kentucky.

Their conversation was interesting. For one thing, I first learned the difference between a stallion and a gelding. That seemed really inhumane to me...

They also talked about what was adequate for a self-defense revolver. "Uncle Doc" said his preference was for a .38 Special and talked about it like it was Thor's hammer. His reverence for that round stuck with me for years until I heard about the .357 magnum.

A cop I knew as a neighbor when I was a kid showed his duty weapon to me and said it was a .357 magnum. For all I knew, 357 was a bigger number by far than 38, so it had to be a really incredible stopper! I was impressed.

By the time I was in third grade, I became interested in guns and read issues of the American Rifleman religiously in the school library. Yes, in those days such publications were available in schools and could be read by kids with no problem. That was the start of my firearms education.

Just a few random memories from an 83-year-old who also has nostalgic recollections of times gone by.

"The past is another country. No one goes there anymore." - Jeff Cooper

John

 
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Here's a Nuthern

Do you remember, when they taught the three Rs in public schools; Readin, Riten, and Rithmatic? Sometimes Their spellin, and grammar was a bit off. Even with that faulty book Larnin, I believe that they graduated from those schools, better educated, and equipped, to function in society than the kids that graduate from today's schools.

Chubbo
 
I remember going to gun shows at the VFW hall & buying old guns sort of reasonable , 25-35 bucks. Taking them home & cleaning them, cold bluing ,furnature polishing the wood, Etc. Took 'em back & made 10 bucks or so.My budget would not afford more than one at a time. [101 bucks a week] Good old days. Colts, S&W's & Wins.This was in the 50's
 
I fondly refer to this forum as "The Old Folk's Home."

I'm in my 60's and I love it here. I wish I had known to ask more. Known what to ask my parents, grandparents about.

Yours or any members nostalgia was real life. Please, keep em' coming!
 
"The past is another country. No one goes there anymore." - Jeff Cooper

John



Don't know if you were trying to make a point, but as I recall, the quote from the good Colonel's book (per James Hartley if I recall correctly) was "The past is another country . . . they do things differently there." (one of my favorites quotes, book, and authors)
 
Another true story

One evening circa 1957, my wife, two sons and I were sitting around our dining room table, enjoying supper. I happened to notice that our eldest son was trying to conceal a fat lip. When I examined it, I found that it required medical attention and stitches. Being protective of my family, I was furious, and set out to right that wrong. Our son’s tyrannical teacher assumed that his cowardly act would go unreported. Not trusting myself to deal personally with him concerning this matter I sent him a message via our eldest son, to be delivered in front of his class, i.e. If you ever lay one of your cowardly fingers on one of my sons again, rest assured that I’ll personally, in front of your class mop the floor of your classroom with your Lilly liverd posterior.

Odious acts such as this has helped form my dubious opinion of leaders and protectors of our society.

Chubbo
 
Fickle

I must laugh at myself over this one. As it proves just how fickle that I really am.; I have slogans, and favored words of wisdom fastened to my PC, its screen, and my printer. I’ve written quite a bit recently, about things I think would be virtuous to do, to help our society. I just noticed a slogan that is displayed, smack dab in the center of my PC screen base that reads, I.e. 'Maturing is realizing how many things don’t require your comment'. That slogan sure removes the wind from my sail.

Chubbo
 
About that listening to the elders thing........the kids in our family tried the ages old game of playing one parent off against the other. So, one night I perched them all on the couch, told them that we'd tried that game too. Didn't work on our parents, wasn't gonna work on us and they should quit trying. To our surprise they did.
 
I remember as a youngster sitting around under huge walnut trees in the shade of the evening at my grandfather's farm. My dad and uncles and cousins and often some of the neighbor farmers would gather around sipping my grandmother's iced tea and listen to yarns and stories with the St. Louis Cardinals on the radio in the background. Once it got dark we'd stoke a fire in the firepit, mainly to keep the 'skeeters away.

I wish young folks today would sit respectfully and listen to older folks tell tales and learn a bit from their elders.

My family did that very thing on the weekends without the fire-pit in the 60’s and 70’s, and surely before that at from at least the 1930’s
I started sitting on the ground listening to the banter when I was only around seven or eight years old. Was born in ‘56.
It was very educational, and sparked a lifelong interest in current events and history. Was also a good way to keep track of what was going on with with the neighbors and their farm animals. Learned about pouring concrete, smoking pork in grandpa’s smokehouse, building fence, diagnosing car, truck, and tractor mechanical problems. Life during the Depression. Hunting and shooting too.
Some of the most pleasant memories of my life.
I still think about those times several times a week.
Sometimes I get teary-eyed thinking about those times to this day; such as now as I type this sentence knowing those times are gone forever and I can’t go back.
I was truly blessed by being born into a family with such good grandparents, uncles, and parents that had a good sense of humor and enjoyed each others company so much.
 
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