"Carl's Lounge" (Off-Topic Discussion, Traditional Knife "Tales & Vignettes")

go out next to the fence, when the dog calms down, give her a treat.
repeat daily - eventually, she won't bark at you.
 
My cousin just posted this photo of my great grandparents on Facebook. I was a baby when my great grandmother was in her 90s, and held me while singing in Lithuanian to me.

My grammam and gram pop Zarcufsky, my fathers mothers parents. His father was a Lithuanian/Russian military officer of high rank, she was the daughter of landed gentry. The Cossacks kidnapped her, my great grand uncles saved her. My great grandfather worked on the Trans Siberian railroad. They fled the Bolshevik revolution and emigrated to the coal hills of PA. Someone stole their belongings on the way over. My grandfather worked in the mines, both sides of the strike lines and ran coal and moonshine. My great grandmother ran coal up to NY, ran moonshine and her own bar. In addition to raising 19 kids. When their kids brought their own large clans to the mtns, my fathers likes to talk about going to the outhouse, 4am. My grandfather and great uncles were passed out anywhere they could catch a spot after drinking with Valenti all night. There was Valenti sitting amongst his sons and son in laws, steeping his tea bag in his whiskey, while my great gram said her daily prayers and got her cooking started. My father remembered him saying "put your coat on boy it's cold out dere".

Everyone had a story and total awe of them both. My favorite stories are of my cousin, now 40 with a family of his own, mimicking my great grandfather wheezing, and him saying you make a$$ of me, laughing.

Another cousin was riding with him, and he flew through the light. Cop lit him up, and he said my great grandfather went through the light. He said to ask the boy. My cousin said he didn't go through the light, he went under it. ;)

Lots of little stuff, like telling his grandsons to not drink anything under a hundred proof, smoke good hand rolled cigars after showing my father all the junk in his smokes, and just tobacco in my great grandfathers.

No one knew if he died at 99 or 109. He was larger than life to this kid that still at 34 loves to hear stories about him at family parties. My great aunts are all that's left of the old guard. The old town which I visited a year ago is falling down literally. I was elated to see my cousin at my sisters wedding, he is in his 70s, my grandmother raised him and his brothers and I love him. Going to see him in July after I visit a cabelas up there.

They didn't have much but they took everyone in. It was a long while before I realized a lot of the people I called aunt and uncle were not blood relatives but people my great grandparents brought in. My nana was a saint, she got it from her mother.

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1066vik said:
go out next to the fence, when the dog calms down, give her a treat.
repeat daily - eventually, she won't bark at you.
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yeah i have thought of that. i have also sat down and talked to her while she calmed down, i dont think she sees me as a threat, and its not me i am worried about
its MY dogs that seem to set her off and make me worry..

in addition i think its horrible that she is out there in basically a 4x8 fenced in area with a chain and a rickety little doghouse. its cold, she LOOKS cold and it going to be HORRIBLE for her come summer time :(
they dont bring her inside, they dont seem to spend ANY time with her, i think the guy (observation or lack thereof) brings her food out once a day and has a big 5 gallon bucket with water in it.

it appears to me that he wants a scary looking barking machine, nothing more, nothing less...
 
It'll be an interesting conversation with the wife this evening. I promised her I'd not volunteer for Afghanistan again and that I'd only return if asked. I've already been asked if I could travel to Afghanistan after Thanksgiving for a couple of months which I committed to if the requirement still exists. Now, just a few minutes ago a buddy at the office called and asked if I could also leave for Afghanistan next Monday to solve an "evolving situation". He says two or three weeks. I'll be briefed tomorrow. Often these "few weeks long" trips end up being several weeks or a few months. At least it pays the bills. Wife won't be happy.
 
Rsmith_77 said:
yeah i have thought of that. i have also sat down and talked to her while she calmed down, i dont think she sees me as a threat, and its not me i am worried about
its MY dogs that seem to set her off and make me worry..

in addition i think its horrible that she is out there in basically a 4x8 fenced in area with a chain and a rickety little doghouse. its cold, she LOOKS cold and it going to be HORRIBLE for her come summer time :(
they dont bring her inside, they dont seem to spend ANY time with her, i think the guy (observation or lack thereof) brings her food out once a day and has a big 5 gallon bucket with water in it.

it appears to me that he wants a scary looking barking machine, nothing more, nothing less...
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This is why I feel that dogs are like children: not everyone should be allowed to have them.
 
silenthunterstudios said:
My cousin just posted this photo of my great grandparents on Facebook. I was a baby when my great grandmother was in her 90s, and held me while singing in Lithuanian to me.

My grammam and gram pop Zarcufsky, my fathers mothers parents. His father was a Lithuanian/Russian military officer of high rank, she was the daughter of landed gentry. The Cossacks kidnapped her, my great grand uncles saved her. My great grandfather worked on the Trans Siberian railroad. They fled the Bolshevik revolution and emigrated to the coal hills of PA. Someone stole their belongings on the way over. My grandfather worked in the mines, both sides of the strike lines and ran coal and moonshine. My great grandmother ran coal up to NY, ran moonshine and her own bar. In addition to raising 19 kids. When their kids brought their own large clans to the mtns, my fathers likes to talk about going to the outhouse, 4am. My grandfather and great uncles were passed out anywhere they could catch a spot after drinking with Valenti all night. There was Valenti sitting amongst his sons and son in laws, steeping his tea bag in his whiskey, while my great gram said her daily prayers and got her cooking started. My father remembered him saying "put your coat on boy it's cold out dere".

Everyone had a story and total awe of them both. My favorite stories are of my cousin, now 40 with a family of his own, mimicking my great grandfather wheezing, and him saying you make a$$ of me, laughing.

Another cousin was riding with him, and he flew through the light. Cop lit him up, and he said my great grandfather went through the light. He said to ask the boy. My cousin said he didn't go through the light, he went under it. ;)

Lots of little stuff, like telling his grandsons to not drink anything under a hundred proof, smoke good hand rolled cigars after showing my father all the junk in his smokes, and just tobacco in my great grandfathers.

No one knew if he died at 99 or 109. He was larger than life to this kid that still at 34 loves to hear stories about him at family parties. My great aunts are all that's left of the old guard. The old town which I visited a year ago is falling down literally. I was elated to see my cousin at my sisters wedding, he is in his 70s, my grandmother raised him and his brothers and I love him. Going to see him in July after I visit a cabelas up there.

They didn't have much but they took everyone in. It was a long while before I realized a lot of the people I called aunt and uncle were not blood relatives but people my great grandparents brought in. My nana was a saint, she got it from her mother.

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In the old country my grandfather was a Hungarian Hussar. In the late nineteenth century, cavalry regiments kept a squad of trick riders. You know, standing on a galloping horse, that sort of thing. They made a nice boast at public ceremonies. Grandpa was one of those trick riders. In one trick he rode three horses. On the center horse he balanced on his head. He kept a hand on each of the other horses. Mom said he used to show her the trick, using three kitchen chairs.

Around the turn of the century he moved to America. He worked the coal mines of West Virginia. It took him seven years to earn enough to allow my grandmother to join him. She crossed the Atlantic traveling steerage. She set up a boarding house, mostly full of unwed miners.

We visited that village when I was a kid. A teenager showed us up a goat track to the old cemetery. It held uncles who died before I was born. Teenage boys will be teenage boys. Part way up, the he fired his squirrel rifle. He boasted his marksmanship by holding up a newly decapitated lizard.
 
My great aunt and uncle went over to Lithuania about twenty years ago. No one was left from my side of the family or his, Stalin had gotten all of the ones that Lenin didn't. Glad that you were able to learn some of your family history first hand.
 
Thought I would share a 'sneak peek' of an upcoming commissioned piece from Bruce, just under 4 in. closed and will be halved in some primo stag.

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Thanks for looking.

Kris
 
Should be awesome, 'cause Bruce only uses great looking stag! Beautiful, tight feather on that sexy clip, too.
 
Kris,
it seems you're about to get another stunning knife :)
Long overdue, here are a couple pictures from my latest holidays... :rolleyes:

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Fausto
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