Here we are, in my living room when I was about one or one-and-a-half years old. (L to R: me, Larry, big doll, Cindy).
Yes, my dad didn't just own A gun, but MANY guns, to necessitate owning a gun rack. (Note: I can see that "Amy-doll" is on the shelf by the guns.)
It was totally normal for us to have guns in the house. I suppose my parents would be arrested for that today.
I remember that my dad would sometimes pull out his bullet loading equipment. He would pour gunpowder into the shells. Then he would let us pull the lever to clamp the bullet together.
Later, we put our TV in front of this fireplace (see my photo with Clarissa, my Raggedy Ann doll, in my post of Dec. 6, 2009).
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