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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by WrayGun, Jul 30, 2019.
1971 Jeep CJ6
Wow. That is a relatively rare Jeep in the states, and yours is in great shape too. Very nice.
This is my dresser since before I can remember
This is my great grand mother’s rocking chair.
We also have a violin made by my great grand father.
I had this piggy bank as far back in my childhood as I can remember. It was stuck shut until just a few years ago, and now I keep my semiridiculous pick collection in it.
I've got the car that goes in, in excellent condition.
Of all the junk and stuff I've collected over the years, for me it has to be this guitar. My dad bought this for me when he came home from Viet Nam in 1967.
Great grandpa farm clock and an arrowhead I found as a kid.
Forgot about my dog tags. I joined the USAF in 1981 and still have them hanging from the mirror in my car.
I found this Wooly Mammoth tooth when I was 13 years old, while looking for agates. It's the oldest thing in our house....even older than me!
I have a wooden ball handled scribe that was my grand fathers. When I was young my father told me someday this awl will be yours.
I posted this in a similar thread last year. My baby wrist band and a gold ring. The "A" stands for baby one, as mom had two of us.
For my first birthday my dad bought me a Johnson 3hp boat motor. I still have it. It still looks brand new and runs perfectly. Here's a picture of it in use just days after my birthday (1956). Note that back then, even for outdoor activities like fishing, the proper attire for little girls was dresses.
I've had a copy of this book for over 50 years:
My grandparents lived about 6 miles from where I now call home. When they first moved here in 1966 we lived on the other side of the US in Ohio, but every year the parents would load up the station wagon (seriously - we had a station wagon) and we'd drive down to visit. My dad and my mom's family loved deer hunting and pistol shooting and reloading and rifles and anything else that would go bang. So, of course, it rubbed off on me. At the age of 10 I wanted a pistol so bad I could taste it. Dad finally got tired of me constantly begging for one that he made me a deal - if I saved up 1/2 the price of the pistol he'd pay for the rest. I honestly think he figured that would be the end of it - that I'd never save up that much cash from my paper route. He was wrong. Had the cash in just over 6 weeks. You should have seen his face when I gave him the money - priceless. My grandfather worked in a propane store that just so happened to have a firearms license. So the call was made and my pistol was ordered - ready for me to pick up the next time we were in Yoakum. Still have that pistol today. Other than a silver dollar given to me at birth, it is the oldest thing I own and my most prized possession.
Mom and Dad were given an engraved (my name, birthdate, etc.) silver cup and spoon by his squadron the day I was born. It is packed away...but I still have it. I found some of my Boy Scout stuff the other day, a hat, some patches, etc...that would be from ~1969. Somewhere, I have a pile of Cox .049 model airplane engines. I was flying U-control models with them from the time I was 10.
Then there are the photographs. Boxes and boxes of them. I found one of my mother pregnant with me (she looks miserable)...and the follow up just a few days later after I was born.
I have much older stuff. Small collection of arrowheads and flint drills from the fields around our house, Civil War mini-ball, etc. I picked those up in my pre-teens.
Bones, where on the island was uyour grandfather's farm? I have a lot of the same kind of arrowheads from my grandparents farm in Deer Park.
Do the machine guns still pop out and the rear shield pop up?
Here is a candlestick i made on a lathe at school when around 14 years of age.
I have a different quad player now but i still have the odds and ends on top from the 80s.
For some unknown reason, I started collecting (accumulating) "boxes" at a fairly young age. My Grandmother knew this, and one year for Christmas, she gave me this one. It had been given to her by my Grandfather many years before. It is a well crafted cedar "treasure chest", and (if you can read it) still has a Montgomery Ward hand-written price tag on bottom, for fifty-nine cents. I also have another old jewelry box (no pic) that had belonged to my other Grandmother. (who died when I was one year old).
I don't know if my Grandson will even care about these things when I'm gone......