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Posted 11/16/2008 1:28 pm
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ratio411 wrote ....
The first coin I had the smarts to pull from circulation on my
own was a 38D Jefferson. About the same time period. The day I
found it and was showing it off, I dropped it in the yard and
never saw it again. I looked through a 6'x6' patch of grass
everyday for a week.
ratio411 wrote ....
The first coin I had the smarts to pull from circulation on my
own was a 38D Jefferson. About the same time period. The day I
found it and was showing it off, I dropped it in the yard and
never saw it again. I looked through a 6'x6' patch of grass
everyday for a week.
Have you gone back with a metal detector?
I have a bit of an off topic but sort of related story that falls under the Lost and Found.
Funny how "The Man up There" works.
Every Sunday I would get a little envelope with 35 cents in it. One quarter and one dime for the collection basket at St Peter and Paul's church.
This was before 1964 so they were both silver coins.
I guess I thought a quarter was enough so on the way to church, I would open the envelope and take out a dime and lick it back closed and make my tithe later.
The dime I kept I could not get caught with of course so I slid it under the warping floor boards of my neighbors porch, which was about eye level for the little sinner I was at that time.
Every Sunday, another dime would line up on the support beam next to the past and my guilt and treasure would grow.
I bet I was up to 10 or more dimes, maybe more and I know some of them were probably Mercury dimes.
One day after school, ( I went to the same school as my church ) I was coming home down the alley and my friend porch was all tore up and getting a new floor.
The carpenter must have found my dimes or they simply fell behind the wall and down under the cinder blocks to the coal bin below.
I dared not even look his way while he sawed and hammered the new boards on.
I walked right on by like a horse with blinders.
After all was done, I never found a dime at that crime scene, and have never forgotten that lesson.
From then on, things just were not the same with me.
Odd, that my friend just happened to throw a cut off scrap of wood at me from the leftover scrap that week and it hit me in the head too! I had a good cut and scar from that triangular projectile.
He laughed, that bully, but I figured that it was my punishment from "The Man up There."
To be "religiously correct" and impartial, I did say I went to St. Peter and Paul's before 1964 so if anyone else can relate, you know the suffering I went through, and I don't mean the cut on the head.
Thou Shalt Not Steal!
I'm OK today, my wrong has been righted long since.
LOL Hope this wasn't Too much information! TMI
Edited by TNG
11/16/2008 1:38 pm
11/16/2008 1:38 pm
