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The boy is fixed up...

Discussion in 'General Gun Discussions' started by sm, Apr 26, 2007.

  1. sm

    sm member

    Young man is the eldest male of the household, well that is until the puppy catches up and passes him in age.

    Mom informed her son, Grandpa needed to borrow him for a weekend, and needed his expertise. Oh,and to keep tabs on grandma while he was there.

    Well a man has to do what man has to do and if his expertise is needed...he goes where needed.

    Now mom is raising her son right, just as her parents raised her right.
    Just it would have nice had her husband, the boy's dad not, passed on like he did, still until he passed away, he was passing forward too.

    Life is Life, deal with it and go forward...

    Seems Grandpa remembers being grandson's size and how his grandparents and parents raised him too. It is about this size some other Life Lessons are passed forward.

    Sorta surprised grandson his expertise was needed in regard to old lawnmower, with 18" cutting ability, 3.0 Briggs & Stratton engine, no safety handle, and it did not have "umpteen bazillion" stickers informing one to NOT stick body parts under the mower.

    "Gee Grandpa, some stuff is just common sense you know?"

    Grandson was real surprised to learn he was going to pay half of this mowers cost.
    So he got out his little wallet, dug deep into his pockets and showed all the money he had.
    His really crisp $5 bill was taken in partial payment , and his name was written on a new ledger card at this Mom&Pop used appliance and furniture store.

    Well the place near where one gets part to go through a old lawnmower, has guns and all too.
    "Need your expertise on a .22 rifle, quite a few here in this rack on floor, sure would appreciate it..." Grandpa said.

    So grandson and grandpa along with the daughter of the Mom&Pop that own this store discussed .22 rifles.
    Expertise means needing to get a bit closer and pay attention to pictures and words in gun book a daughter, real pretty daughter is sharing too.

    So a gun was chosen, one that also would need a bit of attention. Great gun just sorta been neglected and all...

    Funny, grandson never recalled Grandparents having ledger cards at home before.
    So with the law and all, grandpa bought the gun and lessons learned on more paperwork.
    This is worse than some homework he has to do at school...

    Lessons passed forward about small engines and refinishing a stock. Expertise shared about red paint and sling swivel studs and slings - "has to be leather grandpa, remember that book?
    "No, did not get a good look, you were sorta blocking my view" - grandpa said.

    So while Old Man Winter was visiting, grandson visited grandparents often and would come home smelling like small engines, gun stuff and fresh baked cookies.

    "Well you are the one with the expertise, you tell me".
    Humm. It was best to cut the grass with lawnmower , just a grandson's size, first so one could better shoot a neat .22 rifle.
    Boy cutting that grass did not take long...

    Lawnmower worked perfect, and it is so neat...
    So is that .22 rifle...


    Funny how folks in small town know everybody and what all is going on.
    "Know anyone wanting to make some money cutting my grass this summer...
    in fact it is getting a bit high, could use cutting now" - widow woman that had called Grandpa asked.

    Grandpa put his hand over the receiver and asked grandson for some more expertise.
    "Listen, you know the widow ____, well she wants to know if we know anyone that can cut her grass this summer, in fact it could use cutting now..."

    "Me! Please! I can do it! " Grandson piped up.
    Needless to say there was really no need to repeat this over the phone.

    Seems these small town folks spread news like wildfire, and before grandson knew it, he had some yards lined up.

    He come back from mowing the widow ___'s yard and had some money and a box of .22 shells.

    He was going to need Grandpa's expertise on this finance stuff, and grandma sat down to assist, with brownies of course, "makes one think better " grandma said.

    Yep, boy has a lawnmower, .22 rifle, Leger cards...

    The boy is fixed up...

  2. jcoiii

    jcoiii Well-Known Member

    I'm sorry, you really lost me. What exactly is this?
  3. Ifishsum

    Ifishsum Well-Known Member

    I like it, SM
  4. Ned Flangers

    Ned Flangers Well-Known Member

    Life as it is meant to be. Family and Friends.
  5. rbernie

    rbernie Well-Known Member

    It's called a story.

    And a pretty good one, at that.
  6. Kali Endgame

    Kali Endgame member

    Neat story of days gone past.
  7. pcosmar

    pcosmar member

    And a good start.
  8. Crystal River Charlie

    Crystal River Charlie Active Member

    I got it right away. It's the same way my Loving Grandpa raised me.
    C R Charlie
  9. sm

    sm member


    Thanks folks.

    My lawnmower was blue, 18" , 3.0 hp B&S engine and it was $17.95 plus 3% sales tax. Brand spanking new.
    I had to pay half, and keep it up. My biggest yard I charged .75. I mean a BIG yard.
    Small yards I charged .25.
    No weed eaters back then. I still hate them little hand held grass clippers to trim real close and neat.

    There is an Art to carrying a gas can, grass clippers, hedge trimmers and all on a lawnmower.

    Hot, humid Southern day, sweaty all over and getting .35 cents for a yard, and then having to go buy gas, and darn spark plug plays out and at the gas station cleaning that plug real good.

    Trying to get a little ahead on "payments" so I could spend some money on ammunition, or ...

    I won $5 in a shooting match. I was rich for about 5 seconds. I needed ammunition for practice, new spark plug, time to change oil in mower, and I was sure hoping that business would let me have at clearing that lot next to them.
    I was going to pay off the mower and start really rolling in the dough with no payment.

    I got the job, worked my skinny butt off, and did it.
    Swing sickle had to be used first , grass was high and I did not want to break the blade on the mower.

    I just turned 52, and two years ago my old lawnmower was given to young lady.
    My old mower had been re-painted, gone through, new wheels, and who knows what else after all these years - finally played out. Just set it back , and knew what I was going to do with it..
    A dad, grandpa and uncle went through my old mower, young lady learning and helping - repainted it like original ,and that young lady made money mowing yards.

    She also got enough money saved up to get a .22 rifle. Yep, when I out that way, I stopped by and made some passes with old lawnmower.
    I was quite honored to shoot the .22 rifle she had bought with her own money.

    May the circle never be broken.
  10. RCouch

    RCouch Well-Known Member

    Didn't use a lawnmower, but sure worked and weeded the garden, fed the chickens, fed the horse and the cow, etc. This was when I was 8 to 16 and spending part of my summers with grandma and grandpa (grandpa died when I was 13). Continued to help grandma until after I was married and she died. She must have loved and appreciated me because she gave me the family musket when I was 18, much to the disapproval of my 4 uncles, and other items I still treasure and will pass on to my grandkids.
  11. Bob F.

    Bob F. Well-Known Member

    JC: Says "Senior Member" under your name. Guess you've not read any of Steve's stories. Not everyone can follow his style, your loss. They're great. Do a search. Started to read one a short time back and got "called away". It was gone when I got back. Won't let that happen again. I always stop when I see "sm" as thread starter or poster.

    Stay safe.
  12. armedandsafe

    armedandsafe Well-Known Member

    Lawn mower was a brand new Sears & Roebuck Briggs'n'Stratton. Mowed a few lawns, then went to Dad's print shop and printed up a bunch of 5" by 7" flyers. Hit up all the lawn kids in town and made an agreement with them. I'd gather the jobs, scatter the flyers on door steps, take the calls, schedule the work, cover vacations and camping trips and take a cut. New mower was still new when Winter hit. :D

    Already had my .22 and my 30-06, so got a new bicycle. Hawthorne twin-tube, 27" with coaster brakes. Heavy duty enough to carry my newspaper routes. Then I started eying that Winchester 16gauge. :D

    I also kept up my bicycle repair work. Dad was a little upset when he had to declare a couple of extra bucks on his income tax that year. :evil:

  13. Mr White

    Mr White Well-Known Member

    Good post Steve.

    Your style is very interesting to read. Sometimes it takes more than once through a paragraph to follow it, but I see that as just getting more of your story to read.
  14. sm

    sm member

    Remember the feeling of having some money, from doing chores, mowing lawns, working in the garden, picking cotton...whatever you did...and

    Having that money you earned, and putting it towards a lay-a-way, be it a gun, bicycle, boots, hunting gear...and the feeling of making that last payment and getting to bring it home! :)
  15. ArfinGreebly

    ArfinGreebly Moderator Emeritus

    Steve's Style

    Depending on time and place, Steve writes like I sometimes talk, especially conversationally.

    My narrative style is considerably more rambling, though.

    I appreciate the economy of chatter.

    Keeps me honest.
  16. jcoiii

    jcoiii Well-Known Member

    Oh ok. got it. The style threw me. I wasn't trying to criticize, I just got lost. And no, I've never read a story from SM before. Neat story, I just couldn't figure out that that was what it was.
  17. dralarms

    dralarms Well-Known Member

    Mine was an old lawn boy, 2 cycle that had been worn out and rebuilt by a gentleman, traded a seasons worth of mowing his field for it. Never saw a mower that could cut down small trees until then (I mean stuff you could bend over with your foot and run over). I made enough money that year to buy my girlfriend a new fangled portable radio with a cassette player and practically anything else I wanted at the time.
  18. foghornl

    foghornl Well-Known Member

    Not sure if there is an "Official Name", but I call those "Lessons In Life from Mr. Steve".

    P.S. If the thread starter is THR Member "sm", you can bet twice your next month's pay that the article will have a bit of wry humor, an overall excelent re-telling of past events, and at the very least, one good "Lesson In Life, The Way It Should Always Be." Sometimes, several good "Lessons In Life".

    I only wish I could tell my history even a third as well as 'Mr. Steve' relates his.
    Last edited: Apr 27, 2007
  19. kb2iaw

    kb2iaw Well-Known Member

    Well There wasnt much grass growing in the city where i grew up ...But i got to carry bundles home for some of the neighbor ladies from the A&P , sometimes a 25 cent tip ...sometimes some empty bottles for deposit. Its all the same . Time is relitave .
    If you were brought up right. thanks

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