Remember the Christmas story of the boy who wanted an air rifle? My story is similar to his, except he got the gun and I did not, As much as I desired the air rifle I never told anyone directly.
One of the most enjoyed Christmas gifts I ever received was a three-year subscription to the magazine, "The American Boy." It was a gift from a cousin, Prentiss Lowe, who was a generation older. The back cover of the magazine was an ad for Daisy air rifles. It illustrated the Red Ryder, but it also advertised a Daisy rifle that sold for one dollar. The ad advised leaving the magazine around where parents could see it and get the idea to buy it. I would leave the magazine around with the ad on top, but no one got the message.
When my twins became old enough, no more than five, I made sure that they got an air rifle for Christmas.
Looking back, I am convinced that stories about naval midshipmen first got me thinking about the navy, including attending the Naval Academy. That ambition was seemingly impossible; yet, when I was offered a fleet appointment I turned it down.
One of the most enjoyed Christmas gifts I ever received was a three-year subscription to the magazine, "The American Boy." It was a gift from a cousin, Prentiss Lowe, who was a generation older. The back cover of the magazine was an ad for Daisy air rifles. It illustrated the Red Ryder, but it also advertised a Daisy rifle that sold for one dollar. The ad advised leaving the magazine around where parents could see it and get the idea to buy it. I would leave the magazine around with the ad on top, but no one got the message.
When my twins became old enough, no more than five, I made sure that they got an air rifle for Christmas.
Looking back, I am convinced that stories about naval midshipmen first got me thinking about the navy, including attending the Naval Academy. That ambition was seemingly impossible; yet, when I was offered a fleet appointment I turned it down.
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