A little while back I entered a post about the old homeplace and how I hadn't been successful there, the one place where I desperately wanted to make a noteworthy find. I'd like to thank everyone who responded to that post for their sound advice and encouragement again. Today, like most days when I can't decide where to hunt, I went there. I was digging up junk like a bull in a china shop and just about the time when frustration started setting in I began looking in places that I had previously ignored because the ground is packed like concrete from being driven over. Today my efforts did not go unrewarded. It's not the oldest coin in my small collection but the sentimental value makes it worth more than all of my other silvers combined. This coin probably belonged to my grandfather who was dead before I was born and at the risk of sounding like a big giant pussy, I almost cried when I found it.
Almost!
Steve in PA
Almost!
Steve in PA