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An unwanted Journey
« on: December 30, 2017, 09:28:05 AM »
I am 2 weeks away from 68. Probably a few here older than I am but not many.
My Mother is still alive and well. A few days ago we were laughing about something her mother said shortly before she died about her life.
"I came to Texas in a covered wagon and have seen a man on the moon. I have had a good life."
We talked about what we have seen and I thought about the difference in safety and threat level I have seen in 60 + years of good memory.
As a kid in early grade school we walked or rode a bike 2 miles to school. No it was not in the snow and up hill both ways.
Parents never had a worry. After school we changed jeans and shirts then hit the fields, vacant lots, and was back to the house for supper. Saturdays and summer we went to the school yards and played ball, were away from the house all day and we did not have a telephone or TV until I was in school several years. Safe all the time.
When wife and I married I did not even carry keys. They stayed in my log truck, shop was never locked. Did not have one. House not locked unless we were gone for a week end to see parents or other family. No worries in East Texas. I don't know about the cities then.
We have gone from there to armed in our churches. Carry 24-7 everywhere legal. Sometime by the middle of the first Clinton corruption several of my friends kept an AR in their vehicle. I did not but sure found no fault w/ their decision.
Now since Southerland Springs shooting started outside I have one in my truck too. One stashed in the church and magazine on my belt and another member has one on his person. We do active threat drills that range from verbal disturbance, anger at preacher or an X, to shooter assault. We have a fortified safe room for our kids.
Who would have thought 60 years ago we would be here today.
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Re: An unwanted Journey
« Reply #1 on: December 30, 2017, 09:42:31 AM »
All the result of regressive liberal scum.

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« Reply #2 on: December 30, 2017, 09:58:30 AM »
Not that far behind you, and there is some good news: 
While murder is about the same as it was in the 60s (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crime_in_the_United_States)
the sensational reporting is way up, in part due to competition for viewers, driving sensationalism up, plus politically inspired fake news. And its important for those  political organizations who need a banner cause like gun con to spin up every instance of evil assault glocks that can kill 100 with a single trigger pull.

If you watch Crooked  News Network, yea we should all hope for higher taxes to write more ineffective laws.

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« Reply #3 on: December 30, 2017, 09:59:27 AM »
I about 10yrs behind you, and my childhood was the same.

I have spent time thinking how my grandkids just can't have the same childhood we had, and it's kind of sad.
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« Reply #4 on: December 30, 2017, 05:43:53 PM »
I remember the days growing up in the late 40's  and 50's  with out having to lock doors and played out side till dark with no worries.
Rode my bike everywhere.
I remember the mailman going house to house summer and winter walking threw the heat of summer and the cold of winter.
My aunt would always have a glass of lemonaide or in winter a cup of hot coffee for him also.
Lot of good memories from back then.
In a couple of weeks I will be hitting the big 78. :th_thicon_lol:
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« Reply #5 on: December 30, 2017, 05:50:47 PM »
I remember the days growing up in the late 40's  and 50's  with out having to lock doors and played out side till dark with no worries.
Rode my bike everywhere.
I remember the mailman going house to house summer and winter walking threw the heat of summer and the cold of winter.
My aunt would always have a glass of lemonaide or in winter a cup of hot coffee for him also.
Lot of good memories from back then.
In a couple of weeks I will be hitting the big 78. :th_thicon_lol:

Knew you were one of the few here that was older than me but did not think 10yrs. What day in January??
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« Reply #6 on: December 30, 2017, 07:02:34 PM »
Dang Dennis,
we've got to get you on Boomer sooner than later!

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« Reply #7 on: December 30, 2017, 07:13:52 PM »
I remember the days growing up in the late 40's  and 50's  with out having to lock doors and played out side till dark with no worries.
Rode my bike everywhere.
I remember the mailman going house to house summer and winter walking threw the heat of summer and the cold of winter.
My aunt would always have a glass of lemonaide or in winter a cup of hot coffee for him also.
Lot of good memories from back then.
In a couple of weeks I will be hitting the big 78. :th_thicon_lol:

Knew you were one of the few here that was older than me but did not think 10yrs. What day in January?


I was born Jan 12 1940
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« Reply #8 on: December 30, 2017, 07:18:08 PM »
Quote from: TXAZ k=topic=17752.msg190403#msg190403 date=1514682154
Dang Dennis,
we've got to get you on Boomer sooner than later!



Yeah hopefully on the next meet up ,hope there won't be any traffic problems.
Really looking forward for the next one.
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« Reply #9 on: December 30, 2017, 07:18:18 PM »
Turned 65 last month. My father was a career military man and we moved every now and then. Kentucky, Kansas, Alaska (when it was a territory) Europe and a couple of other places. We had a place in central Texas though that we always called home and I would pop in to school there every other year or so. Picked up with the same friends as if I never left.
During the summer playing baseball with a tennis ball and making our own rules or basketball at the outdoor playground at the elementary school were a favorite pastime. Arguing about Mickey Mantle, Roger Maris or Johnny Unitas was a way of life.  From 8-11 we roamed the hill country with abandon BB or pellet guns in hand. No one cared. Only rule for all of us was to be home by supper time. Didn't need a watch as the sun and our bellies told us when that was. Learned how to fish and smoke cigarettes (a habit I gave up long ago) at a pond in a old rock quarry and fish for white bass in the spring on the Colorado and Lampasas Rivers.
First .22 rifle at 12, Glenfield autoloader from Gibson's Department Store that I still have, and shotgun (16 ga. bolt action) and dispatched plenty of snakes, rabbits, quail and dove. Walked to my buddies house with one or the other many times and no one cared and no one said anything but hello.
In high school what firearm was in the pickup truck rifle racks parked in the school parking lot depended on the hunting season. That was students and teachers. Talk on Monday wasn't only about who scored the winning touchdown but also who limited out on their bird hunt or who got that elusive buck.
Rural Texas in the sixties and early seventies was a different world. Long gone and, sadly, no going back.




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« Reply #10 on: December 30, 2017, 08:43:39 PM »
Well, 308Nato I am 2 days and 10 yrs behind. 14th 1950. Did not think you had but about 5 on me.
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« Reply #11 on: December 30, 2017, 08:50:49 PM »
Turned 65 last month. My father was a career military man and we moved every now and then. Kentucky, Kansas, Alaska (when it was a territory) Europe and a couple of other places. We had a place in central Texas though that we always called home and I would pop in to school there every other year or so. Picked up with the same friends as if I never left.
During the summer playing baseball with a tennis ball and making our own rules or basketball at the outdoor playground at the elementary school were a favorite pastime. Arguing about Mickey Mantle, Roger Maris or Johnny Unitas was a way of life.  From 8-11 we roamed the hill country with abandon BB or pellet guns in hand. No one cared. Only rule for all of us was to be home by supper time. Didn't need a watch as the sun and our bellies told us when that was. Learned how to fish and smoke cigarettes (a habit I gave up long ago) at a pond in a old rock quarry and fish for white bass in the spring on the Colorado and Lampasas Rivers.
First .22 rifle at 12, Glenfield autoloader from Gibson's Department Store that I still have, and shotgun (16 ga. bolt action) and dispatched plenty of snakes, rabbits, quail and dove. Walked to my buddies house with one or the other many times and no one cared and no one said anything but hello.
In high school what firearm was in the pickup truck rifle racks parked in the school parking lot depended on the hunting season. That was students and teachers. Talk on Monday wasn't only about who scored the winning touchdown but also who limited out on their bird hunt or who got that elusive buck.
Rural Texas in the sixties and early seventies was a different world. Long gone and, sadly, no going back.

Yes sir Alte Schule. Pretty much the same. I don't remember exactly how old I was w/ my BB gun. Do remember I could barely cock it w/o help. We had our Gibson's too. About 12 w/ my 22 also. I do remember for sure I was 14 when I got my own 30-30 and my first deer w/ my own gun that year. Got one the yr before w/ a borrowed one. Well I do hope we have a generation of young patriots that will keep up the fight and maybe our GrandOnes will have a free America to live in.

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