One of the elderly club members died, his widow asked that we go through his stuff and make an offer, as that was his wish. There were no kids, no family.
Hot, humid summer morning - We went went into the attic...and very slowly eased backed down, left the attic access down. We called the Fire Dept to come retrieve all them kegs of black powder.
"He was always dragging something in and hoarding something or another. He cleaned up his shop, wondered what he did with some of his junk"
Found a NIB model 12 with the leather case and all. Seems he kept sneaking into the attic and at least keeping things well kept and preserved.
"Always figured he was up to something when I left for Sunday School and Church...like he was pushing me out the door on Sunday Mornings..."
In two huge wooden lockers it seems he built up there, he had besides the Model 12 and BP, about 4 cases of Brand new Peter's paper hulled target loads, ammo in various calibers for handguns, shotguns and rifles, some old hardware shotgun, some kind of Iver Johnson revolver, and oh...remember the old calendars with the clear cover over the calendar girl, the one when lifted revealed what was underneath? He had those too.
"Always went down to that Car fix-it shop , just a carrying on about a calendar from the vehicle paint rep... I never saw one of them calendars...figured he was off eating junk food and getting off his doctors diet again..."