My father was a registered gun dealer and a proud member of the NRA until his death in the late ’60s. I don’t remember when I first shot a gun, but I remember the weight of the weapon in my arms. I always had a loaded pistol when I worked on Forest Service lookouts and one in my knitting bag when I camped with young children in remote places. We didn’t know our youngest child had a beef allergy until she was in grade school. We ate elk and venison supplied by her father each fall.
Times change and so do our ideas and the way we conduct our lives.
I am a retired first/second-grade teacher, and I am taken to the depths of despair at the thought of the children who were taken from us – yes, us – in the latest crazed shooting. I have children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren. School is supposed to be a safe place for Jack and Carley and Elly and Ford and Diego and Zoe and all of our children. Our world needs to be a safe place for all of us.
Support safe gun regulations and get the military weapons out of the hands of civilians. Stay safe all.
