Throwing Axes

I know it is an odd thing to collect, but they are both fun and practical!

You never know when a Zombie outbreak might happen and a Viking throwing ax might be handy.

Great for camping and target practice!

--Just having them causes children to behave.

The Royal

One of my neighbors was selling his fathers typewriter. He posted it on-line in a local Yardsale listing. I don't know anything about typewriters except that I wanted a fully manual one, because... reasons.

Anyway, I went over to check it out. My friend Schwartz is kind of a collector of retro manual typewriters and told me to try all the keys and if they all worked $20 was a deal! It's perfect for my roll top desk!

I may post an updated photo after I clean it up. I have already ordered a new ribbon.

--Time to write my Manifesto!

Pocket Diaries of 1869 and 1870

I can't remember how I came to own these relics. These are the pocket diaries of Laura Stevens from 1869 and 1870.

I plan to one-day carefully photograph each page for reading.These are smaller than a wallet each.

I included the dollar bill for scale.

They have always been in the Whitmans Chocolate tin.

The MITRE Desk Clock

This Blog has been quiet for a while. This Relic represents the reason this blog is back to life.

I Retired!

The excellent folks at MITRE gifted me with this engraved desk clock as a reward for my years of service.

I will miss the people there.

--It's a MITRE Box!

Daisy Model 960

This is a Daisy Pop Gun. It's a Model 960. It was a gift from my wife Brenda for Christmas 2017.

She saw it at a flea market and had heard me talk about collecting vintage BB guns and cap guns enough that she got it for me. The funny thing is that it is not a BB Gun at all. Sure, it's made by Daisy, the famous BB Gun Maker, but it's just a Pop Gun.

It's a good thing. I coulda shot my eye out!

The Rams Head

I received this beauty from my wife as a birthday Gift one year.

As I type this, the Ram is directly over me, on the wall in my den above my desk.

She was once again shopping at a flea market and bought it as a gift and managed to keep it a secret and hidden for months.

--She LOVES me!

My Fathers Machete

This machete was my fathers. He had it in the jungles of Panama during WWII.

He gave it to me long ago when he saw I was collecting swords. He had seen my machete and commented on how the original canvas sheath he was had, was long ago rotted away.

It is made of really good spring steel and my dad resisted putting it on the grinder to sharpen it.

--Still cuts well and true.