even begin to touch the objects in this picture. The pop gun belonged to my childrens Pop- their great grandfather. He got it for his fifth birthday. It was in a window display at a downtown Bridgeport TX hardware store for months while he coveted it and his sainted mother saved pennies and nickels to buy it. The antlers belonged to the last deer he killed about 5 years before his own death at the age of 83.
Some people were supposed to live forever weren't they? I miss him like few who others who have departed this mortal coil.