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Page 20 Pa was never a hunter. He didn’t own a shot gun and I never saw or heard of him shooting a duck or a prairie chicken. But he taught Willis and me how to handle a gun. The only gun we had in the house was the old 45-70 Springfield rifle. Pa would stand Willis and me up side by side and Willis being four years older than I would get the 45-70. I would have to settle for a broom or if lucky, a wooden gun. Then we would go
through the manual of the arms from top to bottom and from bottom to top.
We would right sholder arms and march into the kitchen do an about face
and march back. If we get out of
step we would have to sing “Hay foot straw foot hay foot straw, say goodbye to
your dad and Ma, say goodbye to your sweetheart too if you don’t walk along
like the others do” Then we would be put
through the firing positions. When
the command came – “Make ready” |