Hi there KcK !
Too true good friend...without a sense of humour, you may as well be under the soil with the worms.
Actually, that traction engine scene is one taken early in the 1900's locally. Those gentlemen were rolling the 'tar and chippings' on the promenade in West Kirby. I found the photo when I went to the local refuse tip with some garden waste. It was folded and dumped on the top of other rubbish. I have a weakness and a passion for collecting old photos from the past century....just an old romantic really.
Before anyone starts complaining about this being a metal detecting forum and not a picture gallery....Pictures too are a significant part of our history.....remember that.
When the frost comes and the snows are deep, cabin fever should make you get out those photos, and revive memories of yesterday.
When I find something with my metal detector, my thoughts are of those who lost it...
What did they look like?...Did its loss cause them sadness?
If you're a metal detectorist, and lack a sense of empathy for the original owner and the circumstances or consequences of their loss, well you're not my kind of person.
And if you don't have a sense of humour, well you missing out on the elixir of life.....a good laugh.....
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Here in the UK we often encounter the problem targets we call 'coke'.
That is either the cinder or the original coke material used to fire the boiler of the above type of steam engine. It provided the motive power to ancillary farming equipment as well as a towing vehicle.
When 'coke' is wet it becomes a nuisance target who's VDI can vary around +2 to +10 depending a size. To reject that can compromise the detector's response to small-low conductive targets.
This coke probably was dropped from the agricultural traction engines as shown in the photo. They were a familiar sight in my boyhood days.
It was an exiting occasion when one of these huge beasts rumbled down you street. Hissing, puffing, shaking, massively dominating.
I remember to, the gas lit street lamp outside our house.
1864 was the date moulded into its tall cast iron pillar.
On a typically English foggy winter's night, we would play "Alley-oh" around the base of that early Victorian lamp-post. Our gang would hide in gardens and back-entries, whilst the den keeper would have to find us, then race back to the lamp and 'tick the den'.
You would then have to join him to hunt for the rest of the gang........Memories, from the corner of my mind.
So it should be with the targets we find. Use your imagination to breath life into their significance.
Make yourself acquainted with what it was like locally, in the past.
In my lifetime, I have seen the evidence of hundreds of years of local historic buildings and venues, destroyed by the social vandalism of speculators and big businesses.
Now my children are more restricted by society than ever I was.
DON'T WALK ON THE GRASS.....BIRD SANCTUARY....
NO KICKING THE BALL AGAINST THIS WALL...
KEEP TO THE PATHWAY. FROGS BREEDING...........
That's progress?????
When a society destroys in a careless manner, its evolutionary identities, then newer generations have nothing to relate to.
When the dark times of modern life sometimes descend upon us, we need to find and touch that "Old lamp-light" that lit the daily life of our youth.
Well, if I can't have my old lamp-post back...a picture will do.
...................................................MattR.UK.
Too true good friend...without a sense of humour, you may as well be under the soil with the worms.
Actually, that traction engine scene is one taken early in the 1900's locally. Those gentlemen were rolling the 'tar and chippings' on the promenade in West Kirby. I found the photo when I went to the local refuse tip with some garden waste. It was folded and dumped on the top of other rubbish. I have a weakness and a passion for collecting old photos from the past century....just an old romantic really.
Before anyone starts complaining about this being a metal detecting forum and not a picture gallery....Pictures too are a significant part of our history.....remember that.
When the frost comes and the snows are deep, cabin fever should make you get out those photos, and revive memories of yesterday.
When I find something with my metal detector, my thoughts are of those who lost it...
What did they look like?...Did its loss cause them sadness?
If you're a metal detectorist, and lack a sense of empathy for the original owner and the circumstances or consequences of their loss, well you're not my kind of person.
And if you don't have a sense of humour, well you missing out on the elixir of life.....a good laugh.....
[attachment 41593 tractorB.jpg]
Here in the UK we often encounter the problem targets we call 'coke'.
That is either the cinder or the original coke material used to fire the boiler of the above type of steam engine. It provided the motive power to ancillary farming equipment as well as a towing vehicle.
When 'coke' is wet it becomes a nuisance target who's VDI can vary around +2 to +10 depending a size. To reject that can compromise the detector's response to small-low conductive targets.
This coke probably was dropped from the agricultural traction engines as shown in the photo. They were a familiar sight in my boyhood days.
It was an exiting occasion when one of these huge beasts rumbled down you street. Hissing, puffing, shaking, massively dominating.
I remember to, the gas lit street lamp outside our house.
1864 was the date moulded into its tall cast iron pillar.
On a typically English foggy winter's night, we would play "Alley-oh" around the base of that early Victorian lamp-post. Our gang would hide in gardens and back-entries, whilst the den keeper would have to find us, then race back to the lamp and 'tick the den'.
You would then have to join him to hunt for the rest of the gang........Memories, from the corner of my mind.
So it should be with the targets we find. Use your imagination to breath life into their significance.
Make yourself acquainted with what it was like locally, in the past.
In my lifetime, I have seen the evidence of hundreds of years of local historic buildings and venues, destroyed by the social vandalism of speculators and big businesses.
Now my children are more restricted by society than ever I was.
DON'T WALK ON THE GRASS.....BIRD SANCTUARY....
NO KICKING THE BALL AGAINST THIS WALL...
KEEP TO THE PATHWAY. FROGS BREEDING...........
That's progress?????
When a society destroys in a careless manner, its evolutionary identities, then newer generations have nothing to relate to.
When the dark times of modern life sometimes descend upon us, we need to find and touch that "Old lamp-light" that lit the daily life of our youth.
Well, if I can't have my old lamp-post back...a picture will do.
...................................................MattR.UK.
