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What "Set the Hook" for you? What "Set the Hook" for me was a P38 pistol.
In 1976 I was a typical thirteen year old boy. I was living in Santa Ana, California with a typical twelve year old brother and my single mother. Like many of you, I was very interested in Marsha Brady's mini skirt and Barbra Eden's Genie outfit. Less so in WWII, but the interest was still there.
One of the neighborhood kids lived with his grandfather, a WWII vet named Mr. Weeding. I never learned his first name. He was a good grandpa and liked to talk about WWII. All of us kids watched "Combat" and "Hogan's Heros" reruns and we listened intently when he told stories. After a while he figured out I was really fascinated in WWII and so he gave me his souvenir P38, saying something like "You'll like this, I don't need it". The pistol had a holster and extra magazine that was fully loaded! My memory says it was marked "byf 44" but that was a long time ago. 1976 was almost another world.
I ran home, treasure in hand (very jealous brother hot on my heels) and said something like "MOM! MOM! LOOK WHAT MR. WEEDING GAVE ME. A NAZI OFFICER'S PISTOL!".
Yep, you guessed it; "AHHHHHHHH!" She absolutely blew a gasket! Steam came out of her ears and her eyes were bleeding. Well, that's what I thought as my hopes were being crushed. "You're thirteen, you can't have a pistol young man! Now march right back there and give that pistol back."
"Young man" meant I was in deep doodoo. She called Mrs. Weeding; Mr. Weeding also needed to clean his shoes. What I should have done was to keep my mouth shut and stuff the treasure under my mattress next to my Playboy magazines. Who knew? Mom knew, that's who. Tell me I'm wrong fellas.
I never saw the gun again. But the hook was set. That was 49 years ago.
How was your "hook" set? Was there a single event or did the disease gradually creep in?
Old guns are cool.
In 1976 I was a typical thirteen year old boy. I was living in Santa Ana, California with a typical twelve year old brother and my single mother. Like many of you, I was very interested in Marsha Brady's mini skirt and Barbra Eden's Genie outfit. Less so in WWII, but the interest was still there.
One of the neighborhood kids lived with his grandfather, a WWII vet named Mr. Weeding. I never learned his first name. He was a good grandpa and liked to talk about WWII. All of us kids watched "Combat" and "Hogan's Heros" reruns and we listened intently when he told stories. After a while he figured out I was really fascinated in WWII and so he gave me his souvenir P38, saying something like "You'll like this, I don't need it". The pistol had a holster and extra magazine that was fully loaded! My memory says it was marked "byf 44" but that was a long time ago. 1976 was almost another world.
I ran home, treasure in hand (very jealous brother hot on my heels) and said something like "MOM! MOM! LOOK WHAT MR. WEEDING GAVE ME. A NAZI OFFICER'S PISTOL!".
Yep, you guessed it; "AHHHHHHHH!" She absolutely blew a gasket! Steam came out of her ears and her eyes were bleeding. Well, that's what I thought as my hopes were being crushed. "You're thirteen, you can't have a pistol young man! Now march right back there and give that pistol back."
"Young man" meant I was in deep doodoo. She called Mrs. Weeding; Mr. Weeding also needed to clean his shoes. What I should have done was to keep my mouth shut and stuff the treasure under my mattress next to my Playboy magazines. Who knew? Mom knew, that's who. Tell me I'm wrong fellas.
I never saw the gun again. But the hook was set. That was 49 years ago.
How was your "hook" set? Was there a single event or did the disease gradually creep in?
Old guns are cool.