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After breakfast, as we all sat around in Grandma’s living room, cozied up by the fire—chatting and laughing—someone mentioned “guns.” The day tumbled out in a domino effect from there.
On the top shelf of Grandma B’s closet, in a yellow,
checked, tin box, sat the only gun to date that Grandma hadn’t given away—a
very old-school looking pistol.
I did the only thing I really knew to do… I googled it. Inspecting it, we found it to be loaded, gold
bullets in the chamber. YouTube showed
me most of what I needed to know, but I could not, for the life of me, get the
clip out. So Grandma dialed up her gun
expert friend and we headed over, lunch in hand.
Joe had the clip out in five seconds, but kept repeating the
phrase, “This gun is blowing my mind…”
We found Nazi symbols on the gun, but are not sure if they are
genuine. What we do know is that the gun
is extremely old.
Grandma said I could have it, probably due to the fact that
Matt kept calling us every ten minutes requesting pictures and sharing his
research… ;)
After purchasing a gun safe, so that the gun could travel
home with me, Grandma, Sister, Harper and I enjoyed our last evening together
by the fire.
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