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A moment of memory for Rifle Club, to which I belonged for two years. We met in the basement of the old YMCA, across from the Lincoln Library.
The above shot is 1957 and all boys, but girls belonged in other years. (Look just beyond Rod Gabel's shoulder.)
The club had no social purpose: we rarely talked, just practiced shooting, studying the targets, and cleaning up rounds. It was a brief pastime, but memorable. Perhaps you had one like it.
The above shot is 1957 and all boys, but girls belonged in other years. (Look just beyond Rod Gabel's shoulder.)
The club had no social purpose: we rarely talked, just practiced shooting, studying the targets, and cleaning up rounds. It was a brief pastime, but memorable. Perhaps you had one like it.