Finally, a post not about Scandinavia or Scandinavian cars. Instead it’s about guns… kinda.
I recently made a discovery on an old shotgun that belonged to my grandfather. There’s a small marking on the underside of the stock that I never noticed before. Upon closer inspection, it’s clear I’m not the first in my family to play designer.
What seems to be a COH is carved into the base of the stock. He could have simply carved the letters one after the other, but instead chose to blend them together. A sign this wasn’t his first time making this mark.
I’ll refrain from offering a critique of my grandfather’s logo but I’ve taken the liberty of quickly drafting what it could have looked like.
Carl O. Hayn Sr, the patriarch of the Hayn family, was a character. I remember hearing how he would walk down main street in cowboy hat and boots, with a six-shooter strapped to his side. In college when my car broke down I got the chance to drive his Lincoln Town Car for a few weeks, complete with vanity plate and the Stetson in the back window. You never forget the feel of the leather seats and suspension in a Town Car. It’s like driving a pillow.
There was nothing pillow-like about my grandfather. He earned his living running a machine shop, making things with his hands instead of clicking a mouse like his grandson does. But I wonder what he would have made if he took a different path.
It’s a side I never knew existed and wish I could ask him about.