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 Thursday, December 04, 2008
My First Gun
Posted by John
The year of 1974 was a crossroads. I would turn 12 years old that year, caught somewhere between being a kid and being a young adult. I had been working a regular schedule of afternoons at our family-owned grocery store since I had been 10, but I still liked my days off to go play with my cousin and best friend who I simply called “Jed”. His nickname was derived from us both watching more than a healthy share of "Beverly Hillbillies." But that year, we were struck by a different rerun—"The Adventures of Daniel Boone." This fit in with my 19th century fascination quite well. When Jed and I played together, we reenacted scenes of Boone and his side-kick Mingo (because I was older, I usually portrayed the former). Jed and I took the time with a drawknife to shave down two 2”x4”s into rather good-looking muskets. These were great, but because I always yearned for authenticity in detail. The wooden rifles left me empty: There was no hammer or frizzen to cock and certainly no ramrod to drop down the barrel. As luck would have it, one of the local hardware stores had a huge toy department in their basement. There, between Funmakers and Strombecker race tracks were two “Authentic Kentucky Rifle cap guns”. They were marked $7.99. To say that temptation was great would be an understatement. You see, earlier that year, my dad gave me permission to start saving my money for something I had pestered him about for more than a year: An honest-to-goodness reproduction Model 1863 Remington “Zouave” Rifle. Century Firearms was advertising your choice of a “Zouave” or a Model 1841 Mississippi Rifle for $69.99. I knew the Zouave was not really a typical Civil War long arm, but I didn’t know of any others for sale. I had sent $2 to Connecticut Valley Arms (“CVA”) for their catalog of reproductions, but it was filled with civilian-styled longarms, some reproduction Model 1851 Colts and a Zouave rifle. But theirs cost $99.99. The higher price worked in my favor when I showed my Dad the Century Arms’ Zouave costing thirty dollars less. As the summer drew to a close and I neared that all-important 12th birthday, I had to make a decision—I had $23 dollars in my box marked “Money for Musket”. Should I take $8 from the box for a toy? Or should I save it for a real musket? I spent countless hours considering my options. By the time school started in September, Jed had bought one of the toy muskets. I continued in our Daniel Boone adventures carrying my “pine musket”. A few days later, my 12th birthday finally came and with it, several dollars in the form of gifts. Dad made me put most of it in the bank. A few dollars, however, he allowed to go into the “Money for Musket” box. The days grew shorter. I had to work at the store after school. Jed and I could really only play together on Saturdays...our Boone and Mingo adventures became less frequent. Then, one night after Dad and I locked the store at 6 p.m., he said to me, “Let’s go to La Crosse.” The Wisconsin city was about 23 miles away. I wasn’t sure why we were going, but I thought maybe a visit to McDonalds might be in the mix. Dad drove to Holiday Sports Center—one of the best gun shops in the area. We walked over to the muzzleloaders. There were three: a Thompson Center “Hawkins”, A CVA “Kentucky Rifle” and a Model 1863 Remington “Zouave”. The man behind the counter showed us all three and answered both Dad’s and my questions. I could shoulder the Hawkins, but the Zouave was just too heavy. I couldn’t hold it up for a count of three. Finally, Dad asked me which one I liked....of course the Zouave! Who cared if it was too big? It was a CIVIL WAR muzzleloader! The other two were just “fantasy” pieces, as far as I was concerned. So, Dad relented, and bought the rifle that I wanted, not the one that best suited me. After we stowed the purchase in the back of our Chrysler station wagon, I climbed into the front seat. I didn’t know what to do...I was 12 now....a “young man” by everyone’s description. Nevertheless, I slid across the bench seat next to him and planted a kiss on his evening-whiskered cheek. “Thanks Dad. I love you.” I don’t remember him saying much other than some general remarks about how I knew how to handle a weapon and that this was no toy. Nor do I remember the 23-mile ride back to Caledonia, but I am sure I burst into the house to tell my mom and older brothers and sister. I never gave that toy musket at the hardware store another thought. John Adams-Graf Editor, Military Trader and Military Vehicles Magazine
What was your first firearm? Share your story with us in our “Comments” section below.
Thursday, December 04, 2008 2:59:56 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Wednesday, November 19, 2008
A question about dealers
Posted by John
Greetings, Most of my thinking time seems to occur while I am driving to or from shows. On my way back to sunny Missouri after a drizzly military vehicle rally in Spooner, Wisconsin, I was thinking about buying things at shows. I ponder a lot of different things on such drives, but a single phenomenon that seems to be equally rampant at both military vehicle shows and military relic shows monopolized my thoughts: Dealers who don’t price their items. “What can possibly be their motive?” I asked myself. Hours past as I ran various scenarios to justify this behavior. At long last, I couldn’t come up with anything other than, “A dealer who doesn’t price their items at a show hope to take advantage of a buyer.” Surely, the dealer knows what he paid for the item. Surely, he knows what sort of profit he wants to make. And yet, many dealers don’t mark the prices. Why? Honestly, I can’t think of any reason other than they hope to put the screws to customers after they evaluate the potential victims ability to shell out cash. There might be less sinister motives, but I couldn’t come up with them. So, I am asking the readers, “Why do dealers make the effort to set up their wares at shows but neglect to put price tags on them?” Share your thoughts with us in the “COMMENTS” section. Keep treating others the way you hope to be treated, John Adams-Graf Editor, Military Trader and Military Vehicles Magazine
Wednesday, November 19, 2008 6:36:20 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Thursday, November 06, 2008
Remembering my proudest day
Posted by John
Greetings, The “proudest day” of everyone’s lives is so varied. For some, it was the birth of a child, a marriage or being sworn into public service. It has been enjoyable to learn what folks in our hobby consider to be their proudest day. For me, Veteran’s Day always reminds me of my proudest day—now 40 years ago. I was in Kindergarten when my teacher announced that any of the students who wished to march in the Veteran’s Day parade, should arrive early at the school the morning of the parade. Each would receive a small flag to carry. The chance to be in a parade? And carry a flag? You know I wanted to be there! After the end of our morning class session (kids went to half-days back then), I ran up to our family-owned store, four blocks from school. Out of breath, I told my Dad I was going to be in a parade! After I calmed down and shared a 10-once bottle of Mountain Dew with Dad (we didn’t know about the hazards of juicing up a Kindergartener with caffeine back then!), he explained to me that he would be in the same parade—he was the American Legion post commander. That evening, after telling all my older brothers and sister that I was going to be in a parade with Dad, I witnessed a ritual that appealed to my young militant heart. Dad went to his closet, unzipped a large clothing bag, and took out his dark blue Legion uniform, cap and Sam Browne belt. He laid them on the dining room table and used a lint brush to clean everything. Then he polished his shoots and placed them at the foot of the table. I understood. This was what one did to prepare for marching in a parade. So, not to be out of step, I laid out my (very cool) USMC camouflage pajamas, my plastic helmet with plastic foliage, my green plastic M1 rifle (which actually chambered a dummy round) and my Dad’s WWII pistol belt which I was able to wear by passing through the shoulder straps of Dad’s M1936 Musette Bag. The latter was stuffed with my blanket and Johnny Bear—he went everywhere with me. My brothers teased me. They said I couldn’t wear that stuff in the parade. Crying my dismay to my Mom, she supported me by telling the others, “Of course John can wear those things if he wants to.” Deep down, I suspect she was hoping I wouldn’t. The morning of Veteran’s Day, my Dad and I got up early. We both put on our uniforms. I had visions of leading my class in a glorious tribute to our soldiers. But, when we arrived at the appointed place for the kids to gather, no one was there—not even Mrs. Russert, my teacher. Dad recognized the gravity of the situation, but his post members were already gathering in their appointed pre-parade location. He told to sit on the curb to wait for him because he had to “talk to the men.” It was easy to distract me—after all, one of post members was passing out clips of blanks to each of the M1903-carrying Post members. When Dad came back, he broke the news to me: He didn’t think Mrs. Russert was going to come. There would be no flag for me to carry. There would be no classmates to lead. My head fell to my chest and I was fighting tears—I didn’t want to cry in front of the soldiers. Then Dad said, “I talked to the boys, and they said you could march with the Post.” I couldn’t believe it—I was going to march with the soldiers! So, as Dad called the men into line, commanded, “Order, arms. Shoulder, Arms. Right Face.” I followed along. I knew all this drill—Dad had taught it me long before, and I had practiced it many times. But, the moment—the moment that made this the proudest day of my life, was when my Dad ordered, “Forward March”. He, the Post members and I stepped off together. My Dad and I were on the right of the ranks, marching side-by-side. Dad was calling cadence, and I was right beside him, marching with my plastic M1 at Right Shoulder Shift. Happy Veteran’s Day everyone. John Adams-Graf Editor, Military Vehicles Magazine and Military Trader
Thursday, November 06, 2008 6:32:19 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Thank You eBay, It's Been a Great Run
Posted by John
Many of you have probably been noticing the changes at the auction-giant’s website. Most have been subtle, but the intent is obvious: The day of the “private auction” is coming to an end. Perhaps you have read some of the “leaked” intelligence from former eBay insiders, or just noticed that the way you post or bid is a little different. Change is in the air, and it is signaling the end of a great collecting era. From a collector’s point of view, it has been a glorious period. From the earliest days of eBay, wonderful items have appeared for sale that would never have seen the light of day. Closets emptied, attics filtered, and old trunks burst forth with great, never-before-offered items. We all gobbled them up. We even were some of the folks pedaling the goods. But all good things must come to an end...and eBay has implemented the beginning of the end. First to fall are outside photo hosts and invoicing services. It’s eBay’s way or the highway. And forget about “just say ‘no’ to Paypal. EBay is sick of having to police transactions outside of their control, so are about to implement a “Pay by Paypal only” attitude. This is great from a buyer’s point of view. Nothing is more frustrating than a seller demanding, “I only take money orders or certified checks”. Thanks for this change, eBay. However, the reaction to seller and buyer whining doesn’t stop there. Currently, eBay is providing big incentives to sellers who list with “buy it now” and with multiples of the same items. They encourage sellers to establish storefronts (the current “buzzword” in the “let’s make money for nothing” corporate idea of the Internet). Sure, lots of folks are going to complain. They are going to cry out, “it isn’t fair!” Well, boo-hoo...eBay offered collectors a great venue for buying and selling between collectors. But, you know how collectors and weekend dealers can be... ‘high maintenance’ doesn’t begin to describe them! It seems the folks at eBay have tired of dealing with low-end sales and all the drama that go with them. But, it is eBay’s window...if they want to close it—whether it is good for you, me or the man in the moon—it is up to them. All I can say is, ‘thanks for the good run, eBay’ and hope that supply and demand will prevail. If they close the window to private collectors, well, that just might open a door for something new... – John Adams-Graf Editor, Military Trader and Military Vehicles Magazine
Wednesday, October 22, 2008 4:25:01 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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 Thursday, October 09, 2008
Traveling Reveals the State of the Hobby
Posted by John
Greetings, I am still unpacking from a two-week long exodus that took me to the Battlefield Show in St. Paul and then out to Monroeville, Pa., for the 24th Annual MAX. These two shows came right on the heals of the Annual Fall Party sponsored by the Military Vehicle Preservation Group of Spooner, Wis. All of this travel has come at a time when the United States — as well as many other nations — are in economic upheaval. Though I have never thought of myself as having my finger on the pulse of anything, much less the state of the economy, many collectors stopped me to ask my opinion on the “health of the hobby.” Well, I can only report what I have seen. Military vehicle sales have seemed to slow down. Big trucks are abundant, but the buyers are not equal to the number. Smaller vehicles seem to be in demand — no big surprise there! However, supply of armor has not met demand and prices continue to rise. I have heard some outlandish prices paid for a Sherman, a USM1917 and even a Panther. Outlandish by 1990s standards but the “norm” for the 21st century. On the militaria front, the ripples of the economy might be even more acute. Supply of common stuff is surpassing demand and dealers haven’t realized that to make sales, they will have to drop prices. Competition is good for the hobby! I bought a number of M1917 helmets recently in the $30-$40 range from dealers. These guys understand global economics. Quality, rare stuff continues to grow in value, though. This should not come as a surprise. In times of economic hardship, the rich still have money to spend on their passions. The surprise of the MAX show? Militaria from the non-traditionally collected nations (Bulgaria, Turkey, Czechoslovakia and Poland) was selling well! Other items I saw moving at a profitable clip included inert ordnance and demilitarized MGs (was party to a the sale of an MG08/15 and a second 08 on a sled mount). I heard many Third Reich dealers saying sales were off this year … one saying as much as 20 percent less than a year ago. On the other hand, I was disgusted to hear one dealer boast how he wasn’t going to be “screwed by the Europeans again this year,” so had increased all of his prices by 20 percent. At the end of the show, I heard the same guy complaining how poor sales had been. Well, duh. No sympathy from me! I spent a good deal of time at the MAX with my friends from Belgium, Spain and Holland. They all commented that the “buying frenzy” in which they participated at last year’s show simply didn’t re-emerge. Though they still found some bargains, they felt that the “European invasion” of the American militaria market had passed. The “gold rush” was over for them. So, my concluding thoughts on the health of the hobby? I left for the shows with more than five grand in my pocket . . . I returned with $500. As far as I can tell, the state of the hobby is alive, fervent and healthy! – Keep finding the good stuff, John Adams-Graf Editor, Military Trader and Military Vehicles Magazine
Thursday, October 09, 2008 5:41:22 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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 Thursday, September 25, 2008
Where is All the Good "Stuff"?
Posted by John
Greetings,
Fall is here, and with it comes the autumn auction and show season.
I am on the road and will be at the Battlefield Show in St. Paul and
the MAX Show in Monroeville, Pennsylvania. Two weekends ago, I was in
Spooner, Wisconsin, for the Spooner Military Vehicle Preservation
Group’s annual party. Always a blast, this year hosts Kevin and Thea
Kronlund treated everyone to amphibious rides in their WWII DUKW, LVT,
GPA and M29C “Weasel."
This year, though, is the first time I have been excited about
attending shows from the collecting angle. During the past six or seven
years, I was satisfied with buying online, either from dealers or
auctions. However, the luster has worn off a bit, for me. I think
dealers are realizing that all of the buyers are found online. As eBay
changes and imparts far more listing fees and strips sellers of any
ability to leave accurate feedback, I have been seeing far more good
stuff turning up at the shows.
So, it became clear to me – if I was going to add to my WWI photo
collection, AEF Tank Corps display or mountains of WWII Mountain
Division stuff, I had to go to where the relics were appearing. Low and
behold, it has been at the shows.
At the Spring Battlefield Show, I was able to buy about $500 worth
of quality WWI doughboy photos, in addition to having had the chance
(but missed it!) at a killer Tank Corps painted helmet. At last year’s
SOS, I added a very fine 302nd Heavy Tank Bn. panoramic photo to my
collection and a Second Pattern Ski Cap. That is better than I have
been doing on eBay lately! The quality is just not showing up like it
used to.
The same is true on the vehicle front. I had been in the market for
a Weasel for several years, but now that I am living “down south,” I
have lost my weasel-lust. However, I have been seeing several for sale
at shows and have not been seeing them online like I did three years
ago.
So the moral of this tale? If you want the good stuff, I strongly
recommend hitting the shows. You might just be surprised what you find!
Drop me a note with a picture of your latetest “score.” Maybe we can
put together a little spread in Military Trader and/or Military Vehicles.
Keep finding the good stuff,
John Adams-Graf
Editor, Military Trader and Military Vehicles Magazine
Thursday, September 25, 2008 6:28:09 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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 Thursday, September 11, 2008
Fourteen Hottest Military Collectible Trends
Posted by John
Greetings, Trends in the military hobby are not always difficult to predict: Items that soldiers were eager to find as souvenirs have become the hot collectibles today. For example, German Luger pistols and Japanese “Samurai” swords were probably the most popular souvenir during WWII and today, these remain some of the most sought-after pieces. As prices on the more obvious relics sky-rocketed, other more obscure areas of specialization have emerged. Some of the hottest trends include: Purple Hearts
 Photo courtesy of www.advanceguardmilitaria.com First instituted by George Washington, the United States revived the “Purple Heart” in 1932 to honor soldiers who sustained injuries in combat. Soldiers who had sustained wounds prior to that date could apply for and receive one of the new medals. Collectors clamor for Purple Hearts that are attributed to World War I, Spanish-American War or even Civil War veterans. Purple Hearts with the name of the recipient engraved on the back command the highest prices. WWI “Groupings”
 Photo courtesy of www.advanceguardmilitaria.com Once considered by collectors as plentiful and not worth the space they occupy in a closet, U.S. World War I uniforms have increased in value ten-fold in the last twenty years. The highest prices are paid for uniforms with unit insignia on the left sleeve and additional materials (such as photo albums, paperwork, mess gear, helmet or accouterments) that originally belonged to the soldier. Dog tags that confirm the soldier’s identification really help to confirm top-dollar value. WWII Women’s Uniforms
 Photo courtesy of www.advanceguardmilitaria.com Overlooked for years, the military contribution made by women to the Allied efforts in World War II have caught the imagination of scholars and collectors. In addition to uniforms of Commonwealth auxiliary formations, uniforms and groupings of the Women’s Army Auxiliary Corps (WAAC and later, WAC), Women’s Auxiliary Ferrying Squadron (WAFS), Women’s Accepted for Volunteer Emergency Service (WAVES), Women’s Airforce Service Pilots (WASPs) and U.S. Coast Guard Women’s Reserve (SPARs) have become the target of advanced collectors. Trench Art
 Photo courtesy of www.advanceguardmilitaria.com Hammered out by bored soldiers and erstwhile suppliers of the immediate postwar souvenir market, trench art has suddenly gained a place in both the folk art and militaria arena. Pieces that include any sort of unit insignia or identification command the highest prices among military collectors. Folk art collectors pay the most for intricate designs. Vietnam “in country” items
 Photo courtesy of www.advanceguardmilitaria.com Relics of the Vietnam War are gaining attention. Most sought-after are uniforms and insignia that were worn and/or created “in country” as opposed to “as issued in the U.S.” However, these non-regulation items are also the easiest to fake, so novice collectors should take great care before buying in this area. WWII U.S. Paratrooper material
 Photo courtesy of www.advanceguardmilitaria.com Uniforms and equipment of any elite formation always command the most interest and highest prices. However, HBO’s Band of Brothers mini-series chronicling the history of a company of 101st Airborne troopers catapulted the demand for paratrooper uniforms, helmets, insignia and ephemera. Items with a clear provenance to a specific paratrooper garner the highest prices. Identified Medal Groupings
 Photo courtesy of www.advanceguardmilitaria.com Medal collectors clamor for any medal grouping that can be linked to a specific soldier, regardless of nationality. Original boxes or cases in which the medals were issued and supporting award documents drive medals to their strongest values. Personal correspondence/Diaries
 Photo courtesy of www.advanceguardmilitaria.com Diaries and letters provide intimate views of a soldier’s experience. Once regarded as fodder for historians, letter groupings and diaries have fast become one of the hottest growth areas among military collectors. Quality of content is what drives the prices: Battle descriptions and lengthy writing on daily activities are far more desirable than simply comments like “marched 15 miles today—weather fine.” German WWI “Spiked” Helmets
 Photo courtesy of www.advanceguardmilitaria.com Probably the most recognized symbol of German aggression during World War I was the Pickelhaube—the “spiked helmet.” Already fallen from use by the time U.S troops entered the war in 1917, spiked helmets were, nevertheless, the most sought-after souvenir to send back home. Doughboys, Marines and sailors all wanted one, but had no idea of the variety of helmets the German states had produced. For years, collectors have recognized the value of variations in German spiked helmets. Several good references are available. With the advent of the 90th anniversary of the Armistice ending WWI, spiked helmets have resurged in popularity. U.S. WWI and WWII painted Helmets

 Photos courtesy of www.advanceguardmilitaria.com During WWI, steel helmets were issued without any sort of insignia. However, soldiers with too much time—and a little bit of paint—created their decoration, often copying the camouflage patterns they saw on German steel helmets. By World War II, helmets were still issued without insignia, however many units specified painting instructions that the troops followed. Painted helmets from either war are prime collectibles but again, exercise caution—the prices these helmets fetch provide incentive to unscrupulous modern-day painters. German WWII Daggers and Swords
 Photos courtesy of www.advanceguardmilitaria.com During the 1930s, Americans who watched newsreels of Germany’s rise to power identified a few key symbols of the German war machine: Their distinctive helmets, jackboots and a preponderance of daggers and swords. After American soldiers landed in Europe, these items became some of the most sought-after trophies. Collectors then, and today, embraced the variety of daggers and swords, quickly identifying rarity and relative value. A resurgence in dagger and swords has occurred as many veterans pass away, leaving their war souvenirs for a new generation to enjoy. German Lugers

Photo courtesy of Rock Island Auction Company Firearms have always been popular trophy choices. American soldiers first discovered—and fell in love with—the smooth-operating, sleekly-designed Luger pistols during World War I. The design continued through the Second World War and the popularity among souvenir hunters never waned. Like so much of Germany’s military materiel, Lugers were made in a seemingly endless array of variations by a number of factories. There are several fine references that the collector can consult to determine value, including Aaron Davis’ Standard Catalog of Luger: Indentification & Pricing for all Models, Every Variation (KP Books, 2006). Civil War Images

Photo courtesy of Cowan’s Auctions, Inc. Photography was merely 21 years old when South Carolina secessionists bombarded the Federal installation at Fort Sumter, effectively beginning the four-year American Civil War. Daguerreoypes, the first form of photography had already fallen from favor and the much easier-to-view tintypes, ambrotypes and paper carte de visites dominated popular culture. Americans flocked to studios to have their “likenesses captured.” When the Civil War erupted, soldiers continued the trend, flooding studios so that loved ones could retain an image of them while gone to war. Today, these photographs stand as witnesses to the individuals who sacrificed. Collectors pay the highest prices for photographs of identified soldiers, soldiers holding weapons and of soldiers wearing unusual uniforms. Premiums are paid for images of identified Confederates. “Custeriana”
 Photos courtesy of Cowan’s Auctions, Inc. George Armstrong Custer attained such a level of celebrity during and after his life, that the hobby has provided its own label to memorabilia related to the general: “Custeriana.” A daring—and often outspoken—officer during the Civil War, Custer cemented his own place in history and collecting lore when he attacked a superior force of native Americans at the Battle of Little Big Horn in 1876. Ever since the first reports of the battle hit the newspapers a few weeks later, collectors began clamoring for relics of Custer, the battle and the soldiers who served with him. What trends have you been seeing? Drop by our new Reader Forum and leave your comments. Keep finding the good stuff, John Adams-Graf Editor, Military Trader and Military Vehicles Magazine
Thursday, September 11, 2008 7:49:12 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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 Monday, September 01, 2008
"About the War"
Posted by John
Greetings, When I was growing up in Caledonia, Minnesota, I pestered my dad relentlessly to tell me stories "about the war". Dad is a WWII veteran, having first served as an MP at Camp Hale in Colorado and then as a 1st Sergeant in the 104th Infantry Division. He did not serve overseas, but that didn't matter to me...I wanted to hear all about his life as a soldier. Often, his stories would revolve around his adventures with his company clerk, Tetsuya “Ted” Oye. Ted was a Japanese-American enlistee who was assigned to Dad’s office at Camp Hale. They worked together every day managing the base’s military police company. Tetsuya “Ted” Oye at Camp Hale, Colorado, winter of 1942. Dad would deviate from whatever story he was telling, to explain that Ted had enlisted despite his parents, two brothers and sister being locked up in an Idaho internment camp. “What in the hell did you enlist for, Ted” my Dad asked. Ted’s sole response to the question that was asked of him by soldiers throughout the war, was “Maybe it will make things a bit easier for my folks.” In 1943, Ted said good-bye to my Dad. He had volunteered for the 442nd Regimental Combat Team, then organizing at Camp Shelby, Mississippi. That was the last my Dad heard from Ted. Dad’s stories to me about Ted would conclude with, “You know, Ted joined the Nissei Battalion. They all got cut to hell. I guess poor Ted never made it.” 1st Sergeant John M. Graf and Company Clerk, Ted Oye, Detached MP Company, Camp Hale, 1943. As I grew older, I repeated these stories to friends and even my daughter. Many had heard about Ted Oye, the man my dad affectionately referred to as his best buddy during the war. The stories always concluded the same, “I guess poor Ted never made it.” In 1999, I made a feeble attempt to locate Ted, or at least, his grave. The attempts were in vain. In 2005, I realized how much information was available via the Internet that hadn’t been accessible just a few years prior. So, I googled Ted’s name, and darned if I didn’t find a few leads. Seems there was a fellow by the same name participating in all sorts of 60th Anniversary events. His hometown was given, so I did a white pages search, and a few minutes later, was dialing the number of a man named Ted Oye. It was a Sunday morning when I called. I apologized for the early call but quickly explained that I was the son of a man named John Graf who served at Camp Hale during the war. “Yes,” the voice on the other end said hesitatingly, “my very good friend at Camp Hale was John Graf.” I had found Mr. Oye! He was alive! We shared addresses and quickly struck a correspondence. More importantly, I gave him my Dad’s phone number. Mr. Oye called him immediately. Though 62 years had passed since they last spoke, they picked right up where they left off in the mountains surrounding the Colorado garrison in 1943. The day Ted left for Camp Shelby, Mississippi, to join the 442nd Regimental Combat Team, he posed for a “good-bye” picture with his buddy, John Graf. It was the last time the two laid eyes on each other, but not the last time they spoke! Since then, Ted, his spouse and daughter have all been in contact with my folks, my brother, sister and me. We have swapped photos, phone calls and cards. I have secretly taken great pride in reuniting my Dad with his wartime buddy. Earlier this week, Mom called me at work. You all know the feeling with those calls that come at the wrong time...something’s not right. Ted’s wife had called, Ted passed away. We are all aware of the attrition rate of our WWII veterans. Numbers like “800 a day”, “1,000 a day” or “1,200 a day” are bandied about, but it doesn’t sink in until the day someone close to us passes away. My Dad is stoic about Ted’s death. That generation has had a lot of practice saying good-bye. But it has hit me hard. A bit of my youth passed with Ted. He was a vibrant part of the stories that my Dad shared with me about the War. More importantly, I got to know him. After the War, he took advantage of the G.I. Bill and learned watch making and engraving. He met his wife, Sunkie in Philadelphia, and the two married in 1947. The two raised two children, Tish and David. For more than 30 years he owned a successful watch repair and jewelry store in Millville, New Jersey. He was even elected president of the local Rotary Club. We talked about families, our travels, and our health. I became a friend of my Dad’s best friend. I will miss Ted, but I take comfort in knowing that he and my Dad reconnected. Tetsuya “Ted” Oye will always be a hero in the Graf family. With profound respect for those who sacrificed, I remain, John Adams-Graf Editor, Military Trader and Military Vehicles Magazine
Monday, September 01, 2008 1:48:42 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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 Friday, August 15, 2008
Getting the Kids Involved
Posted by John
Greetings, A clear sign that a collector is getting older is the day when he or she utters the phrase, “We need to get the young involved.” I hear that a lot at different shows every year. So, I gave it some thought. What does a person really mean when they say this? Well, on the surface, it implies that a person feels very strongly about their hobby, and he feels others need to take it just as seriously. The best way to validate their passions is to see the interest carried on by the next generation. That seems to be a plausible line of reasoning. After all, it is how all traditions become just that—traditions. I have bored more than a few school groups with tales of the Mexican-American War and taken military vehicles to various public outings where kids could climb into the trucks, crawl behind mounted machine guns, or ride in the jeeps. However, I must confess, I didn’t do it so much because I wanted to “get the kids involved,” but rather, the stuff genuinely excites me and I am eager to share it with anyone who will listen! I guess, deep down, I am hoping that they will care about it just as much as I do. I haven’t used the “hard-sell” on the kids, though. I figure history and military material culture is a personal choice. If kids are exposed to military heritage and it sparks an interest, then they will follow the light. However, we have all seen the history teacher who can kill a kid’s interest faster than a can of Raid on Missouri fire-ants! It is a delicate sale, for sure. Having worked in living history museums for many years in the 1980s and 1990s, I saw more than my share of disinterested kids. However, there were always a handful who came forward and asked good questions. It was clear the spark had been ignited deep inside of them. I wonder if any of those kids are fanning those flames today? “Get the Kids Involved”: A Missed Opportunity Last February, as I was tearing down my booth at a major show (believe me, I have learned my lesson about mentioning which show!), I witnessed a curious flip-flop on the “we have to get the kids involved” attitude. Oblivious to the balancing act I was performing with boxes, swords, helmets on a two-wheeled car, a fellow dealer accosted me, “I think is deplorable that the show shuts down early on Sunday!” he bellowed. I replied, “I am just a dealer like you...I have no say in the show hours.” He didn’t hear that...he had practiced this dialogue many times, and I was just the current victim. “What if a single mother wants to bring her kids to the show?” he continued. “Our hobby depends on the kids getting involved.” I muttered something about, “I wondered how many single mothers knew there was a show that weekend, and if they did...” Well, I just kept pushing my load toward the door. When I returned to get the next pile, there were three young Boy Scouts at this dealer’s table! The Scouts were there to help tear down the tables. Because this dealer was one of the last to put away his wares, he still had cool things to capture the boys’ attention. As I past the table, I heard one of the Scouts ask if he could look at a bayonet. “NO!” was the terse answer this dealer gave the kid. He then berated the kid telling him not to touch or handle things on his table. Seriously. I can’t make this stuff up! The same guy who had stopped me in my path not more than five minutes earlier to tell me how the show promoters had to keep the show open for the sake of single mothers and their kids, just shot down a legitimate sign of interest from a kid—and a Boy Scout, no less! I have thought about this episode many times since then. I have pondered if there is an implied obligation to pass on history—or if just treating each other with respect will accomplish the task without making it a campaign. If that dealer had taken the time to show the Scout the bayonet, tell him a little about it, and probably answer some questions, he could have been a hero for a moment. No special program or campaign would have been necessary...he could have just given the kid a few moments of common courtesy. Sure, he probably wouldn’t have made a sale, but at least, he would have been “getting the kids involved.” Keep treating each other the way you would like to be treated, John Adams-Graf Editor, Military Vehicles & Military Trader

Friday, August 15, 2008 3:34:06 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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 Friday, April 25, 2008
Military Shows
Posted by John
Greetings, During
the drive back from the Minneapolis-St. Paul Military Relic Show, I had
plenty of time to think about the hobby and about shows in general.
Show promoters struggle to coordinate relic and military vehicle shows
and are faced by a customer base who is going through a change in their
show-going habits. There
once was a day I couldn't drive past an antique shop without stopping,
no matter how late I was for something. It has been four years,
however, since I have set foot in an antique store. Why? I do all my
buying and hunting online. My network of people who "know what I like"
is connected to me via cell phone and e-mail. Now, when I stop the car,
it is for a quality rest room or some chicken strips. Show promoters are up against the same
competition. Their struggle is to deliver customers to a room full of
dealers. Is there a secret formula for a successful show? Now mind you, some shows,
like the MAX Show, the Show of Shows or the MVPA National Conventional,
have a momentum grounded in consistency and legend. The staying power
of these is based, in part, on their reputation and consistencies.
However, two smaller shows without the national reputations of those
larger shows seem to have "cracked the code." First, I have to say that Bob Johnson has figured
out how to run a successful show. I have been going to Battlefield Shows since I was 18 years old. Every time I go, the dealer tables are full (all the way through Sunday afternoon!) and the aisles
are
full of public. The other — and now I am sounding provincial because this show is in the upper Midwest as well — is the Iola Military Vehicle Show. I can attest, firsthand, that Iola
is
in the middle of nowhere! How could any show flourish that is at least 30 miles from the nearest four-lane road? The fundamental element that makes both the Battlefield Show
in
the Twin Cities metro and the Iola
Military Vehicle Show
in the Wisconsin version of the "outback" is "piggy-backing." Granted,
that term in the untamed Wisconsin woodlands might have different
meanings, but I am talking about offering a multitude of entertainment
choices to the customer.
In the Twin Cities, the relic show
takes place on the State Fairgrounds at the same time as a huge antique
show and similar-sized gun show. At Iola, the MV show occurs
concurrently with a tractor show, a gun show and radio-controlled
airplane "ballets." In both cases, the collector can spend the whole
day with entertainment opportunities for the whole family. He or she
doesn't need to sneak off in the early morning to go to the show and
get home before noon so that some "family time" can also occur.
This
piggy-back formula is also good for the customer: Plenty to do, food is
there and the chance of spouse or kids becoming bored is minimized. The
formula is good for dealers: plenty of potential customers who haven't
seen your stock show after show (but you better take the time to price
your stuff...It's a different generation and they aren't going to put
up with your old-school method of throwing unpriced items on your
table).
To use that corporate-speak that drove me to the hills of Missouri... it's time to offer multiple platforms to monetize your business, people
(man how I hate that corporate speak!). In other words, the competition
for leisure time is greater than ever. If you want people to come to
shows, think in terms of the "total weekend experience" for the whole
family. Give them customers, and the dealers will come. Keep finding the good stuff, John Adams-Graf Editor, Military
Vehicles and Military Trader
Friday, April 25, 2008 3:19:08 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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