With everything locked down, I’ve tended to let my mind wander from time to time. You know, you might start putting dishes in the dishwasher and start to wonder who invented the dishwasher (Josephine Cochrane, 1886). Which got me to wondering how old Joe Cocker was when he died (70). Pretty soon my wife is asking why the dishwasher door is hanging open and I’m in the office on the computer. And so it goes.
Well, I really went down the proverbial rabbit hole a couple of weeks ago while straightening out a few things in my reloading room. I came across a cardboard box of treasures dating back to early days on the farm.
Now that old horse was ancient when my uncle gave him to me and he was about as gentle as you could ask. We never had a saddle for him and never felt the need for one. The one big problem was that Prince was blind. That meant he didn’t spook easily, it also meant if he stepped on your foot when you were leading him, he stopped when you stopped. When your six years old it’s pretty hard to pull on his bridle to get him to move forward and impossible to pick up his foot. Loved that old horse but we had our moments.
And every kid had to have a dog. This was Pepper and according to my dad, Pepper was a helluva good cattle dog. Not sure what kind of dog he was but he was a good friend for a couple of farm kids.
I also came across a photo related to an earlier post about kids hunting. This picture is of my buddy and I just coming back from the “oak woods” after a successful squirrel hunt. You’ll notice our bikes in the background. Like I said in the earlier post, we just laid the .22’s across the handle bars and headed through town on our way out and back.
In that box were pictures from elementary school days. Pictures of old friends. Boy Scout Merit Badges, Certificates of Merit from High School Speech and Drama club. But this was my favorite.
It brought back memories of going to Boy Scout Camp and what an incredible experience it was. We shot rifle, bow and arrow, canoed, built fires, cooked over open fires and slept in musty old canvas tents. I think all of those experiences at camp that year had a big influence on my interests for the rest of my life.
A major highlight at the Scout Camp was getting to shoot Mo-Skeet. This was a .22 rifle with a smooth bore you used to fire bird shot rounds at small clay targets. The barrel was gradually opened at the end to help spread the shot. Basically, a miniature trap shoot. These guns, pigeons and throwers are now incredibly valuable collectibles.
In the box were newspapers chronicling the ’63 Kennedy assassination and the landing on the moon. It all brought home what an incredibly period in history we’ve lived through. It’s been anything but boring!
There were so many other items that brought back a lot of old memories. I’ll share a few more of these treasures closer to Christmas. A couple of the pictures kind of put an exclamation point on how simple life was nearly 70 years ago. Wouldn’t necessarily want to go back to living that way, but there is something to be said for simpler times.