I spent today at the farm. Shot the carbine a couple of times, but the sight on it is too fucked up for me to seriously aim. Hit a couple things with my right, I have no clue if I hit anything with my left. Went through my gram’s things and found her glasses, so I’ll have a cool new pair, eventually. Read through a bunch of her letters from when she and my great-aunt lived together, and a few from when she was married to my grandda (and his brother – interesting story). One of the letters was from my great-gram, sending her condolences on the loss of a child. I believe this to be a first child, as there wasn’t any reference to my aunt (the first child). Though, none of the letters asked about the kids, even the ones referenced with my great-uncle’s initials. here’s the story