It's funny that I've heard people talk of the rifles their Dad or someone brought home from the 'war', whichever one it was. My Granddaddy tried to 'let' me help him clean his guns before he went hunting but stopped at letting me get in the car and go hunt with him. I guess he remembered I was a girl bout that time. He did have me play around with cleaning his old 8 guage double barreled rabbit ears and when I asked what war he got that in he said the 'hunger war'. He'd had it as a kid in the Georgia hills for hunting food. My Uncle took it after Granddaddy died. Then just a few months ago, for some reason I got out an old rifle that was in the back of a very seldom used closet here at the house. I thought it was a BB gun truth be told. I'd not looked at it and knew Mama had one to shoot the possums that messed with her chickens. Well hubby got to looking at it. Not a BB gun. It was a rifle. I looked it up. It was a Remington. Hmmm, Daddy didn't have one of those. He did have a pistol. Soooo, hubby checked the box where the pistol has always been kept. I like it, 22 High Standard. Anyhow, in that box was a card. That card was a 'sales slip' for that rifle. Granddaddy bought it when he was stationed on the USS Patoka in 1916. So, guess if I stretched that little date, I could say he got it around the 1st World War. All these years I had a treasure but didn't know it because I 'assumed' it was something elso.

Pam