Went upstate today for a cookout with the crew; it was the first opportunity I had to show my grandfather the restored rifle.
"Well, I'll be damned," he said. "I never thought I'd see one of these again."
He was very pleased, particularly after we were able to get it across to him that it was his old deer rifle restored, and not just a random M1903A3 I found somewhere. (I say it that way because he's quite deaf, so explaining anything these days takes some work. :)
Gramp's been having some memory problems of late, but he recognized the rifle right away, and gave my Uncle Mike a short history of the model when he asked, which my Aunt Dot couldn't stop talking about afterward. I guess the problem's more with short-term than long-term. Anyway, I guess Dad and I are heroes now, for providing some mental stimulation along with everything else...
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