Ours apparently belonged orginally to my father's great uncle, a civil war veteran (and survivor of Andersonville Prison). It made its way into the Rockies when some of the family packed up stakes and moved there. My grandfather kept it around as a utility rifle on the farm. My dad took it out when he was 16 and bagged his first deer with that slow, sorry bullet. He moved up to a Winchester Model 72 shortly after that.
Still, it's nice to be able to heft that Henry, crank it, and hear the ghostly whispers of my ancestors in the action.