Darryl T.
They don't make them like that anymore,
Saturday, November 21, 2020, 13:07

My grandpa was born in the 1890's. Tough as leather farmer. Was able to absorb alot from him. He had cigar boxes of rattles he took off snakes he killed on his farm. This was in upstate NY. They went to the museum in Rochester. None left here now.


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