On this somber day of observance, our friends at Galco remind us of a quote from General George S. Patton: “It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men that died. Rather that we should thank God that such men lived.”
And my colleagues at Second Amendment Foundation remind us of the seminal moment “the Revolutionary War was ignited by the battles of Lexington and Concord, when British troops under General Thomas Gage were dispatched to seize arms and ammunition belonging to the colonial militia, and destroy it.”
Exercising the rights our forebears died to preserve seems an appropriate way to celebrate Memorial Day. Before the day is over I’ll join a “shooting party” at the range of Herman Gunter, III. I hope you, too, can get some meaningful time in to honor those who died to preserve the American way of life.
Heading home from a class near Austin, Texas the Evil Princess and I got hungry not too far east of Houston. We wound up at Gator Junction Bar-B-Q , at the Turtle Bayou Turnaround (love that address!) off Interstate 10 in Wallisville.
It’s a little bitty restaurant…it’s a store…and it’s a trip back in a time machine. She and I love those mid-20th century eateries. We sat on wood as stuffed critters looked down on us from the walls. We meandered among the antique decorations. And we enjoyed scrumptious brisket.
During the meal, she caught up with her iStuff, and I perused a 1950 edition of LIFE magazine that I’d bought at an antique shop in Giddings. It seemed right, somehow…
How about y’all? Got any particular favorite stops on America’s roads that make you feel as if you’ve gone back in a time machine?
Moms? In a gun column? Why NOT?
Many a mother has used guns to protect her young, and to teach them responsibility for their own safety and for that of their children when they became parents themselves.
My significant other, a mom and grand-mom, taught her young to protect themselves. One of her kids is today a competitive pistol shooter, and all of her children gathered an impressive array of Tae Kwon Do trophies over the years.
My own mom absolutely hated guns, but she understood the need for them. She knew that a gun had saved my dad’s life before she ever met him, and she was supportive when I became involved in firearms at a very early age. When I started shooting bulls-eye pistol matches in my late teens and mentioned that my old Colt Woodsman wasn’t quite keeping up, my mother held her nose and went into a gun shop and bought me a state of the art High Standard Supermatic .22 pistol.
When my then-wife learned that our older daughter wanted to come with me to Africa on safari, it was one of the great arguments of our 30-year marriage. She finally agreed to let Elder Brat go, on the condition that she be able to carry a gun and pass a police qualification course with it. The kid passed it with flying colors, and at age ten carried a loaded .38 Colt Police Positive Special customized to fit her hand by two of the all-time greats, pistolsmith Fred Sadowski and stock-maker Fuzzy Farrant. In her three weeks in South Africa and what was then Southwest Africa, her shooting prowess amazed the grownups. It wouldn’t be too many years before she and her sibling, Younger Brat, both won national pistol shooting titles while still in their teens. If there was anyone prouder of that than their father, it was their mother.
So, today, a tip of the hat to wise, protective mothers everywhere.
I bet you have some great moms-and-guns stories too.
Please, share here.
Preppers speak of “bugging in” instead of “bugging out” in SHTF (you-know-what Hits The Fan) situations, in reinforced homes or even bunkers. My generation remembers when Washington told us we needed “fallout shelters” during the Cold War. I can relate to the theory.
Thanks to friend D. Diem who passed it along, we can see one helluva far-sighted Shelter, created decades before the penultimate SHTF, the World Wars. (We have to assume that the ultimate will be worldwide nuclear warfare, I guess.)