Benbuck6
Jr. Member
My boys (6 and 9) are going with me in the morning to a community 30 miles away to md. They can't wait to dig. They went on a practice hunt today in the yard and they were really into the making and filling holes (the part i hate ). So they are PUMPED!!! And well so I am I. It is my boyhood hometown. The place I know better than any other. The place I know amost every inch of. Not only that, my mom has always been somewhat of a town historian - so I have always heard the stories growing up, which included the location of the events. Like most people dont know where the old HS was before it was moved 50 years ago. Or which park is over 100 years old or that not 200 yards from my Mom's house is the old national guard armory and before that in 1944 it was used to house German and Italian prisoners of war that worked the cotton fields. I know that I buried quarters as a kid in my front yard under an oak tree to hide them from my older brother, although not silver - it would be neat for my kids to find one and dig it up. This one is going to fun.