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  •  It is amazing how a gun tragedy reverberates (32+ / 0-)

    in a family long after it has happened.

    During the 1950s my grandfather lived with us, His younger brother, Clay Clayton Hovey, age 16, was killed years before in an hunting accident.  Clay and his best friend were out hunting when they had to go over a fence. His friend's gun discharged, and Clay was killed.

    My grandfather told the story over and over again. It was as though if he told it enough times the ending might change. It never did.

    I have a letter from his uncle to my grandfather about Clay's death. It is wrenchingly sad. In it his uncle tells him that "he must now be as two sons" to his mother. She had collapsed in grief.

    It has been more than 100 years since Clay was killed, but his story still lives in me. It is to me as real as it it had happened yesterday. It touches me in ways I will never understand.

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    by Jane Lew on Sat Dec 15, 2012 at 05:52:11 AM PST

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    •  Guns and death (4+ / 0-)

      My FIL's grandmother was married twice. Her first husband was accidentally killed after hunting. His rifle was still loaded when the gun fell off the wagon and shot him in the stomach. He died in pain two days later. Then the second husband died trying to climb over a fence...I guess he was also hunting...when his gun went off. (My MIL told us these stories last year during her 80th birthday.)

      My BIL was showing his gun (rifle perhaps?) to my husband when they were in middle/high school when it fired. DH was fortunate, the bullet went into the closet wall. They placed boxes in front of the hole to hide it. It wasn't until years later when his parents sold the house that they found the hole and it wasn't until last year that they admitted to their mother that they were guilty of making the hole.

      Despite all this, DH still wanted to get a gun for protection for us. I was able to convince him otherwise by putting on my best "unstable"-looking face...he wouldn't want to be a victim, would he?  

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      by fumie on Sat Dec 15, 2012 at 10:48:02 AM PST

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      •  My father was a country doctor (2+ / 0-)
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        in Appalachia. He told me the very worst part of his job was to have tp tell the parents of children who had been shot that he wasn't able to save them.

        He said every gun that was involved was always said to be "unloaded."

        At the same time he was a talented hunter himself and was a bear about gun safety. This was probably because when my father was 16 he accidentally discharged a gun in the home just missing his mother. For him it served as an object lesson that anyone could make a tragic mistake.

        Near the end of his life he went hunting with some other men  The night before the hunt they took target practice against a piece of newspaper nailed to  a tree at a distance. My father was the only one to be able to hit it. The ineptitude of other hunters so scared him that he got in his car and drove home rather than risk being shot accidentally.

        My DH's brother's used to shoot gophers from the window of their home in Maryland. They were more than a little lax with their guns. Once when I was visiting my inlaws, my two and a half year old came to me dragging a long gun from the other room to show his mother.

        I became unhinged because they had left a gun where a two year old could get it.

        Somehow I became the "bad guy" for pointing out the obvious.

        One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors." -- Plato

        by Jane Lew on Sat Dec 15, 2012 at 06:11:17 PM PST

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