Chris English's post below prompted me to cite my
own recent experience of dealing with a young
man, in this case a grand-nephew (my deceased
brother's grandson). I have not been close to
the boy; in fact, the last time I saw him was at
my brother's funeral two years ago.
The boy is 17. He lives with his father and my
brother's widow in my brother's house, which is
over an hour from where I live. His mother
is/was in prison, but he gets lots of love from
the family he has. He was the star quarterback
of his football team this year, setting numerous
school records.
I moved into a new (to me) house this year, so
back in early October I issued an invitation for
that side of my family to come to my house for
dinner the Saturday after Thanksgiving. I issued
the invitation through my sister-in-law, and I
stressed to her that I especially wanted her
grandson to attend. I even extended the invite
to include his girlfriend. I did not speak directly to
the boy.
The reason I wanted the boy to come: I am 73,
and I'm beginning to think in terms of what to do
with all my stuff. I have only daughters, so
what do I do with my 'man' stuff? Since this boy
is the last male to carry the family name, I had
decided that when he came to my house I would
present to him the following: a hammered,
breech-loading 12 ga. shotgun that belonged to my
grandfather (his great-great grandfather); a
Winchester Model 67 auto-loading .22 that
belonged to my father, and a Belgian-made
Browning 30.06 auto-loader with scope.
On the Monday before Thanksgiving I called my SIL
to make sure everything was on go for their
attendance. I asked if the boy was coming. She
said, "No, I don't think so. I think he's going
hunting with his girlfriend's family." I said,
"OK, well, that's his loss." SIL said, "What do
you mean?" I said, "Never mind. Forget I said
it."
So, the rest of the family came, without the boy,
and we had a nice time. No mention was made of
what I might have been referring to.
I don't mind that the boy made other plans; it's
just the way he blew me off with not a word of
regret or explanation. Even a 17-year-old boy
should be expected to observe some of the basic
social considerations, and not just breeze
through life oblivious and unconcerned.
As for the guns, he may get them someday,
or he may not. I realize I'm being cranky and
petulant, but am I wrong?
own recent experience of dealing with a young
man, in this case a grand-nephew (my deceased
brother's grandson). I have not been close to
the boy; in fact, the last time I saw him was at
my brother's funeral two years ago.
The boy is 17. He lives with his father and my
brother's widow in my brother's house, which is
over an hour from where I live. His mother
is/was in prison, but he gets lots of love from
the family he has. He was the star quarterback
of his football team this year, setting numerous
school records.
I moved into a new (to me) house this year, so
back in early October I issued an invitation for
that side of my family to come to my house for
dinner the Saturday after Thanksgiving. I issued
the invitation through my sister-in-law, and I
stressed to her that I especially wanted her
grandson to attend. I even extended the invite
to include his girlfriend. I did not speak directly to
the boy.
The reason I wanted the boy to come: I am 73,
and I'm beginning to think in terms of what to do
with all my stuff. I have only daughters, so
what do I do with my 'man' stuff? Since this boy
is the last male to carry the family name, I had
decided that when he came to my house I would
present to him the following: a hammered,
breech-loading 12 ga. shotgun that belonged to my
grandfather (his great-great grandfather); a
Winchester Model 67 auto-loading .22 that
belonged to my father, and a Belgian-made
Browning 30.06 auto-loader with scope.
On the Monday before Thanksgiving I called my SIL
to make sure everything was on go for their
attendance. I asked if the boy was coming. She
said, "No, I don't think so. I think he's going
hunting with his girlfriend's family." I said,
"OK, well, that's his loss." SIL said, "What do
you mean?" I said, "Never mind. Forget I said
it."
So, the rest of the family came, without the boy,
and we had a nice time. No mention was made of
what I might have been referring to.
I don't mind that the boy made other plans; it's
just the way he blew me off with not a word of
regret or explanation. Even a 17-year-old boy
should be expected to observe some of the basic
social considerations, and not just breeze
through life oblivious and unconcerned.
As for the guns, he may get them someday,
or he may not. I realize I'm being cranky and
petulant, but am I wrong?