|Turn left here... no, I mean right.|
We all settled in at Helen’s house – me, Al and Jak + my dad, Kate (step-peer) and my little bro, Ilya, the insta-teen. The house is big and warm and comfy and many lovely, turkey-scented times were experienced.
|Sigh of pleasure goes here.|
|Honey, you're pixilated again. Honey? Oh crap.|
|What is it about this lock that I so love?|
|Butch and his lovely wife, Anita!|
|These tongs were found on an old farm in S. Carolina.|
They were used to pick up Civil War cannonballs.
The man who owned them was named Bubba.
Wouldn't this look amazing in your loft?
|Buckles were from a giant Tupperware bin full of Central |
American metal stuff from the 1500s to the 1900s. Art
project anyone? Scissors were too cool to leave behind.
Wouldn't these look fabulous in your loft?
|Horse banks. (Necessary for loft?)|
Last weekend, I headed over to the home of my good friends Holly and Steve to decimate their back yard. Holly was my assistant and very interested in every aspect of the process. In fact, I will go so far as to say that she is adequately enthusiastic about metal detecting, and adorable too. After an hour or so of pulling out a whole bunch of clad (modern coins), we found this!
|Back says "EASTERN DISTR. N.Y."|
The next day, I drove back over there to check out Sevier Park, where they're doing some construction -- big, alluring piles of dark, promising dirt -- but it was all roped off. WHAT TO DO???
Undeterred, I drove around until I came upon an enticing overgrown lot about a block away and was standing around, wringing my hands, weeping quietly, wondering how to contact the property owner when Holly and Steve walked up with their dogs. Turns out they know the property owner and will contact him for me. Thanks, guys!
|Nice fam with a freshly dug William's Cleaner|
bullet. Couple of new converts, I'd say.