Back To The Graveyard

I had mentioned swinging in the LMC graveyard in front of my house a few days ago, and since the neighbor moved his car for a few hours yesterday so I wouldn't be detecting it while checking out the area next to the curb, I swung and dug and came up with two more LMC's and a Jeff (top row).

Then it was over the sidewalk and into my yard, where I'd thought I'd covered everything a year or so ago. Nope. First swings produced a pencil and an upside-down aluminum can or cup which had been half-filled with concrete, not to mention dozens of hits on underground roofing nails which I didn't bother with - I have enough of those already, thank you. Also, the brass medallion with the "F" on it produced a very clear tone; anyone know what it might be? It has a screw post on the back and a spike to keep it from rotating when worn on a jacket.

Out of one graveyard into another ... right next to one of my flower beds, and under the spreading branches of my firebush, I stumbled onto the mother of all Wheat cent graveyards within about a square foot of property and was able to dig 17 early-date wheaties, including some interesting dates like 1914-S and 1910. The latest date seemed to be 1930, and I'm speculating that some tyke took a handful of cents to play with into the dirt of the front yard during the early days of the depression and simply left them there. My house was built around 1925, and I'm sure that there were few trees and bushes around it 5-10 years after it was built. Interesting that the fourth-from-left wheatie looks as if it has been plated, too, possibly gold, as the crud came right off with little rubbing.

I probably need to wave the Garrett around the rest of the property now, too, to see what I've missed. Who needs to travel long distances to find treasure?