Oh yes, the 1911 love complex. I know it too well.
As a young Baba, my father acquired a US Govt Colt back in 64 or 65 for the huge sum of $35 and we brought her home. I can now admit, I fell in love with my father's Colt. I coveted her. Shades of Oedipus. I dreamed about her. I learned to shoot centerfire handgun with her, hated to hand her back to him. Cleaned her and put her away in an oily sock in Dad's "sock" drawer (heaviest drawer in his chest of...)
Then he got a Luger.
What was a 10 year old to do?
Oh sure, I had my little .22 Sohn single action but after those two big beautiful warchild-girls,... sigh... it was never the same. She was... a child's gun.
Well, now I've got mine. A couple or three of each, along with a few others.
They're good, no, they're great. But I'll always remember my first love(s).
I do so love going back to visit Mom and Dad. His "Sock" drawer is now a full safe or two, and he still keeps the little ones in oily socks that smell of Hoppes No9 and gun oil. And I always say hello to that US Govt Colt and her German sister Pistole 09, knowing that someday, they'll join my family... eventually.
I can wait.
Girlwithagun, you better get your baby a little brother or sister. A big family is better than an only child. Spread the Love.
