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Down the road…
Grandma was standing at the back kitchen door with a lunch box in one hand, and a Field & Stream in the other when Grandpa took a last swallow of coffee at the kitchen sink, rinsed his cup and left the cup in the sink.
Grandpa headed out the back door with lunch box in hand, reached his Ford truck, set the lunch box inside and looked back at Grandma as she stood on the first step with the screen door open with the Field & Stream still in hand.
Grandma waved the magazine, Grandpa waved back and “Down the road…” they said to each other and he got in, fired up the truck and headed off to work.
Grandma went back inside, sat down at the kitchen table and took a sip of coffee. She then opened the Field & Stream to the page she and Grandpa had been looking at and had discussed.
She pulled a little basket toward her and retrieved a pair of scissors, not the good ones for fabric, the ones that were for snipping paper. Grandpa also pulled out of the basket cellophane tape, writing paper, postage stamps, fountain pen…
When finished Grandma walked down the driveway, opened the mailbox rubbed the envelope with her fingers one more time, placed the envelope inside and raised the flag on the mailbox.
Heading back up to the house, she quickened her pace. She and that Singer sewing machine has some serious fun planned, she was going to finish that cute outfit for her first granddaughter she had started, cute little outfit if she did say so herself…
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There was a knock on the front door and Grandma thought to herself: “Henry, you always knock when I am just about finished mopping the floor, could you not let me get that corner done for once”.
Grandma set the mop in bucket, wiped her hands on her apron and went to door.
“Did you finish mopping, or did I again beat you?” – Henry said
“Oh you! Come on in this house, and if you behave, you can have a cup of coffee and a cookie” – Grandma said.
Henry came in, set a box on the kitchen table as he done before and took a seat. Grandma poured Henry a cup of coffee, set a plate with cookies down and “I’ll be right back"she said as she headed down the hall.
Grandma got out the payment for C.O.D, Henry did the paperwork for the package and they finished up the business.
Henry turned on the walk after getting down the steps, “Down the road...” Grandma waved and nodded in agreement.
Grandpa came home as fast as he could, after grandma had called him at work and informed him the postman delivered a package today.
Supper would have to wait.
Grandpa used his Case pocket knife and carefully cut the string, and handed the string to grandma.
Grandpa carefully undid the brown paper wrapper, and then the box inside.
They each took a breath, and grandma put a towel down on the kitchen table.
Grandpa opened the box and they both heaved chests looking inside.
“Ma, go ahead” Grandpa said and Grandma gently lifted the pistol by the stocks and then with a kerchief, she checked to make sure the pistol was unloaded.
They held hands, and just looked at the pistol lying on the towel.
They spoke softly and shared some personal thoughts about Freedom, kids, the one granddaughter, hopes of more grandkids, and what the future would hold for these grandkids.
The other set of grandparents had bought some single shot .22 rifles, and ammunition.
Three grandkids grew up, and they each started learning how to shoot with a .22 single shot rifle.
When time came, they each received a Ruger MKI Standard Model pistol.
I was born in 1955, while I do not have the issue of the month I was born in, I do have a few issues from 1955.
Ruger MKI was $24.95 plus S&H and whatever C.O.D ran back then.
One could simply send in the insert, or cut out from the magazine and order a firearm, have it delivered to your door C.O. D.
$24.95 was a lot of money back in the late Fifties, still these grandparents, like so many others – ordered guns for kids, grandkids, nieces and nephews.
Grandma and Grandpa finally ate supper and got the dishes done. Grandpa got a kick out of another cute outfit grandma had finished.
On the bedspread they looked at the three Pistols, stood back, holding hands, and just taking this all in.
Carefully they were wiped with an oily rag, and placed back into respective boxes, just as they had come.
They were then put back for safekeeping, brought out to check on, inspect, wipe down and take in from time to time.
Down the road…
Grandma was standing at the back kitchen door with a lunch box in one hand, and a Field & Stream in the other when Grandpa took a last swallow of coffee at the kitchen sink, rinsed his cup and left the cup in the sink.
Grandpa headed out the back door with lunch box in hand, reached his Ford truck, set the lunch box inside and looked back at Grandma as she stood on the first step with the screen door open with the Field & Stream still in hand.
Grandma waved the magazine, Grandpa waved back and “Down the road…” they said to each other and he got in, fired up the truck and headed off to work.
Grandma went back inside, sat down at the kitchen table and took a sip of coffee. She then opened the Field & Stream to the page she and Grandpa had been looking at and had discussed.
She pulled a little basket toward her and retrieved a pair of scissors, not the good ones for fabric, the ones that were for snipping paper. Grandpa also pulled out of the basket cellophane tape, writing paper, postage stamps, fountain pen…
When finished Grandma walked down the driveway, opened the mailbox rubbed the envelope with her fingers one more time, placed the envelope inside and raised the flag on the mailbox.
Heading back up to the house, she quickened her pace. She and that Singer sewing machine has some serious fun planned, she was going to finish that cute outfit for her first granddaughter she had started, cute little outfit if she did say so herself…
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There was a knock on the front door and Grandma thought to herself: “Henry, you always knock when I am just about finished mopping the floor, could you not let me get that corner done for once”.
Grandma set the mop in bucket, wiped her hands on her apron and went to door.
“Did you finish mopping, or did I again beat you?” – Henry said
“Oh you! Come on in this house, and if you behave, you can have a cup of coffee and a cookie” – Grandma said.
Henry came in, set a box on the kitchen table as he done before and took a seat. Grandma poured Henry a cup of coffee, set a plate with cookies down and “I’ll be right back"she said as she headed down the hall.
Grandma got out the payment for C.O.D, Henry did the paperwork for the package and they finished up the business.
Henry turned on the walk after getting down the steps, “Down the road...” Grandma waved and nodded in agreement.
Grandpa came home as fast as he could, after grandma had called him at work and informed him the postman delivered a package today.
Supper would have to wait.
Grandpa used his Case pocket knife and carefully cut the string, and handed the string to grandma.
Grandpa carefully undid the brown paper wrapper, and then the box inside.
They each took a breath, and grandma put a towel down on the kitchen table.
Grandpa opened the box and they both heaved chests looking inside.
“Ma, go ahead” Grandpa said and Grandma gently lifted the pistol by the stocks and then with a kerchief, she checked to make sure the pistol was unloaded.
They held hands, and just looked at the pistol lying on the towel.
They spoke softly and shared some personal thoughts about Freedom, kids, the one granddaughter, hopes of more grandkids, and what the future would hold for these grandkids.
The other set of grandparents had bought some single shot .22 rifles, and ammunition.
Three grandkids grew up, and they each started learning how to shoot with a .22 single shot rifle.
When time came, they each received a Ruger MKI Standard Model pistol.
I was born in 1955, while I do not have the issue of the month I was born in, I do have a few issues from 1955.
Ruger MKI was $24.95 plus S&H and whatever C.O.D ran back then.
One could simply send in the insert, or cut out from the magazine and order a firearm, have it delivered to your door C.O. D.
$24.95 was a lot of money back in the late Fifties, still these grandparents, like so many others – ordered guns for kids, grandkids, nieces and nephews.
Grandma and Grandpa finally ate supper and got the dishes done. Grandpa got a kick out of another cute outfit grandma had finished.
On the bedspread they looked at the three Pistols, stood back, holding hands, and just taking this all in.
Carefully they were wiped with an oily rag, and placed back into respective boxes, just as they had come.
They were then put back for safekeeping, brought out to check on, inspect, wipe down and take in from time to time.
Down the road…
