I was 13. It was 1960. My dad, a WWII Vet, was commander of the local Amvets post. They ran a bingo game in the Steelton city hall, third floor, while the police ran their station on floor two. Gambling being completely "verboten" in then Blue-Law ridden Pennsylvania. I ran cards for $2.00 a night, plus tips.
Back in the mens' room there was a big closet. The Amvets kept a grouping of M1917 Eddystones in there that they used for color guard. High up in a somewhat hidden compartment we card runners found an old Kentucky rifle. It had probably lain there for 75 years. Everyone forgot about it, but me.
When the Amvets disbanded the 1917's disappeared, but the Kentucky was overlooked. I went to the police sargeant downstairs one day and inquired about the property upstairs. He said he knew nothing of anything upstairs and that I could do what I wished with it. All ranking Amvets concurred. No one wanted it, so I went home with the rifle.
In those days my primary interest was .45's which we could obtain from DCM for $17.50, luck of the draw, some new, and Springfield 1903A3's, likewise, for $15.00. Yes, I was 13 and occupied with this endeavor. I went to all my dad's friends and offered to pay their initial $5.00 membership fee to NRA on the condition that they let me buy their .45 and/or Springfield. Usually, a man would let me buy both as he didn't care about them. It was one per customer. I even signed up girlfriends' dads and moms. I enjoyed every minute; each dull brown package from the arsenal an extension of Christmas morning.
Anyway, the Kentucky was signed "Shell and Early." This puts it in Dauphin County. It was a percussion, made as such. Sleek. No box. Very long barrel, I recall maybe 45," rifled, about .40 cal. Fullstock.
I had Tom McCool, general gunsmith in Henryville , PA, do a little touching up and he brought back the artificial striping quite well. It was a beauty.
When I started college, the Kentucky and most of the .45's went for tuition. If I recall I got about $125 for the Kentucky, which paid a chunk of a term's fees. People who are either building a collection or putting kids through school might think this is a barrel stretching story, but, alas, quite true. I paid a whole term by selling my favorite, historic documented piece -- Meyer Lansky's S&W Model 10, which, incidentally, he never carried to work. He frowned on gun violence. Wayne