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My long pasted GrandMother left me a suitcase of records. She was a huge jazz fan.

They are one sided and I think made of slate or some sort of shale like material. Really heavy. I am guessing they are from the 1920's/30's.

hmmm, dunno. Might be older. Any one know any thing about this sort of thing? I should look up some of the titles and artists.
 
TJ, Killercanuck's a guitar player, I do some slide. How many more here make some sort of noise with instruments?
 
Ludwig II said:
That's shellac, the same as old electrical insulation, I think. They are worth money to the right people.
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Uber cool. Thanks Ludwig.

This is sad. My GrandFather left me a 3 barreled shotgun. The third barrel was a .22 and underneath. Man it was beautiful. Made in Germany and had a hunting scene carved in to the stock. You cocked the hammers to fire the upper 16 gage, 2 barrels. First firearm I ever fired.

I fashioned my life after that man. War hero, worked on the Enola Gay as a mechanic. A highly decorated NYC Police officer. There is a plaque dedicated to him on Ellis island.

Talking to a gun dealer years later, I described the gun. He told me I could have paid for a good deal college with what it was worth.

It had been stolen. About broke my heart. Not the money thing. Was a sort of connection to him.


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Dan I know how that feels, our home was burglarised in 1986. I am a hunter and ammunition reloaded, all that was taken was ten guns and my compound bow. If I could get two of the guns back they could keep the rest. #1 would be the. 410 single barrel shotgun my dad bought me as my first gun and the other a 30.06 rifle my wife gave me for our first Christmas.
 
those records are made of something called Phenolic if i recall correctly,i remember playing some of those as a kid,78rpm's if im not mistaken.

it was all big band music.
my brother got the firearms,ruined one other two were stolen,then he sold the one he wrecked.
dad never took me hunting,but i took the guns apart and cleaned them,re oling them re bluing one and polished the stocks.never even fired one.
loved the smell of gun solvent.
 
Greg58 said:
Dan I know how that feels, our home was burglarised in 1986. I am a hunter and ammunition reloaded, all that was taken was ten guns and my compound bow. If I could get two of the guns back they could keep the rest. #1 would be the. 410 single barrel shotgun my dad bought me as my first gun and the other a 30.06 rifle my wife gave me for our first Christmas.
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Oh man Greg. That hurts. The violation and the loss of feeling safe much less the emotions of what an item means or represents.

tooljunkie said:
those records are made of something called Phenolic if i recall correctly,i remember playing some of those as a kid,78rpm's if im not mistaken.

it was all big band music.
my brother got the firearms,ruined one other two were stolen,then he sold the one he wrecked.
dad never took me hunting,but i took the guns apart and cleaned them,re oling them re bluing one and polished the stocks.never even fired one.
loved the smell of gun solvent.
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Cool! they are 78's.

Yup, same here. The smell of of gun cleaning tools and chemicals is calming and nostalgic. Kinda odd, I guess. Is for a firearm.

LOL, as a kid, I was going threw GrandPa's gun cleaning kit. It had Iwo Jima hand painted on it. But inside, there was a hunting knife. To test it's edge, I ran my thumb down the blade and not across. Most blood I had seen up to that point in my young life.


Man, scared the stuff out of me. Think I wrapped it in a shirt or some sort of cloth to try and hide it.
 
Fortunately I have the old .22 my Dad taught me to shoot with. He used to sit me between his legs, support the weight of the rifle and tell me how to aim it. It's a Remington model 514 single shot and looks as good today as it did when I was a little guy. I take it out about once a year and fire a few rounds.
I love the smell of cordite in the morning. It smells like...my childhood. :)

Tom
 
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Those are phonograph records! They might be very valuable to collectors! Please message me. I know someone who collects such things.


Dan said:
My long pasted GrandMother left me a suitcase of records. She was a huge jazz fan.

They are one sided and I think made of slate or some sort of shale like material. Really heavy. I am guessing they are from the 1920's/30's.

hmmm, dunno. Might be older. Any one know any thing about this sort of thing? I should look up some of the titles and artists.
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Dan our son was less than a year old at the time, it would have been past down to him. My dad passed away three years before he was born, its strange how valuable a item becomes when it cannot be replaced.
 
2door said:
Fortunately I have the old .22 my Dad taught me to shoot with. He used to sit me between his legs, support the weight of the rifle and tell me how to aim it. It's a Remington model 514 single shot and looks as good today as it did when I was a little guy. I take it out about once a year and fire a few rounds.
I love the smell of cordite in the morning. It smells like...my childhood. :)

Tom
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So cool Tom and ayup! The strongest sense that can bring a memory back is scent or a particular smell.

Greg58 said:
Dan our son was less than a year old at the time, it would have been past down to him. My dad passed away three years before he was born, its strange how valuable a item becomes when it cannot be replaced.
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Dang Greg.






happycheapskate said:
Those are phonograph records! They might be very valuable to collectors! Please message me. I know someone who collects such things.
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Wow, cool Happy and thanks. Will do. Kinda think it would make her happy to know some one is enjoying them.

Towards that end, I gave one to a street guy who I called "BoJangles" and "JazzMan" (He prefered JazzMan) He was very old and always humming or dancing to the jazz songs in his head. Really cool guy. But when I gave him the record he looked at it in awe. Then promised me that he would clean it with milk and treat it with respect. Because it had been my GrandMothers and what it was. Again, really cool guy. Not sure about the milk thing but what do I know.
 
Har! lol, I forgot to mention my GrandFather, a story I was told long after he left us so take it with a grain of salt, Arrested members of the band "Inkspots"

But did hear GrandPa speak of "Vipers" (The sound one makes when inhaling deeply on a hand rolled cigarette of some kind)

That, and we did find many of their albums (LPs) later on.

Man! I wish I knew more about the real life of who I called GrandPa. I saw a pic of him. Think it was his police ID but his nose was so broken, it pointed to the side. All his brothers (cops as well) made fun of him because he always unsnapped his gun when walking up the stairs of this one building in the Bronx. He had both shins broken by a guy they were after who unscrewed the hallway light bulb and waited for him with a 2x4.

Different time to be sure. I would only go back if armed with an Uzi, a dog and a radio to call for help.


...and they called him a wuss, lol.
 
Been a musician all my life, back in the 60s I played with a trio, piano, bass and drums, I slapped an old upright bass. and carried it around in an old VW with a sunroof. Stuck it in the back seat with the neck sticking out of the sunroof. Sure got some looks at times.
Still got my old 4570 sharps, take it out once in a while and put a few rounds through it. Still can hit at 300yds with open site. When I was younger and if I took my time I could hit almost 800yds. Nothing like sitting on a hill with your target way out there, the thump of the rifle and the smell of black powder makes you think you're up there shooting buffalo.
Stayed in a rooming house one time - land lady had an old wind up victrola, used to play her old 78s on it and it was all polka music. Never did care for polka music.
buzzard
 
My son has a 45/70 barrel for his Thompson center contender, the performance potential of the one hundred and thirty nine year old cartridge can be realised if you reload ammo to modern firearm standards.
 
I bought my sharp rifle close to 30 years ago, it has a 34" barrel, double set triggers, and it is the target model. It's capable of shooting modern ammo, but I prefer not to. It takes the fun out of cowboy shooting.
I use a creedmoor site, I prefer loading my own cartridges. Sometimes I use black powder which is a dirty mess or gortex synthetic powder. Compressed load is 70 grains of powder and a 400g bullet. And it gets out there pretty good. It takes a lot of practice to use the creedmoor site because the path of the bullet has quite an arc to it at these long distances. You got to set your site high to compensate for it. You have to take consideration of your windage, heat of the day, even humidity. It's a challenge to shoot a cartridge that is over 100 years old. Some of the shoots I've been at some guys are using 110/45 and 90/45. That's a lot of powder. But I enjoy it when I get time. I gave $800 for that rifle, you can buy it now for about $3000. The shiloh sharps is one of the best.
buzzard
 
Or how about loosening up the rear axle bolts real good on your buddys bike, then taking off your front wheel and spread the fork into his back axle and tighten it all up. Three wheeler with two guys peddleing and double brakes.
Wish i was young again.
Geo.
 
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