In 1925, when he was 9 years old my Dad got a Potsdam musket that had been the property of an elderly gent who passed on. The man's widow gave it to Dad. In 1983, two years before Dad died of cancer, he gave it to me because I'd always admired it. In due time I'll pass it to my son, who already knows the backstory. Should be in the family for a long time to come.