DO TREASURES HAVE REAL SPIRITS

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Crosse De Sign, great story and it makes sense…….if told by the family, I would guess somebody went looking at some point after the James gang retired or died………yet it would be great to find the house and search the stream……..

Howdy doc-d,

Naturally since some things heard of old family stories
are personal, they really can't be discussed that much.
:thumbsup::coffee2:8-) ... :cross:
 

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If anyone's interested, you can look at:

Jesse James Treasures: Do They Likely Still Exist?
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Anyone want camp coffee? It's really boilin' good now. :coffee2::coffee2::coffee2::coffee2::coffee2::thumbsup: :cross:
 

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Well...
It's like I once answered Oroblanco.
Basically North of Mexico, South of the Dakotas.
But, since you will probably have some interesting
comment or info, not far from AZ, UT, NM, CO, NE, KS,
OK, MO, AR, TX, TN, and MS... :laughing7: LOL! Why do
you ask, friend? :cross:

Wanna go see it!
 

Wanna go see it!

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So, Grandma's Indian father passed, and was laid to rest
far away from the land of his fathers. I tried to get Great
Uncle to talk about him when he was in his 80's. One day
when visiting, Great Aunt told me that they had come to
believe in eternity, the way the King James teaches...

Great Uncle said "I don't know", and I quickly said, "He
said if you believe". He let it go at that. I played some
songs that I wrote and asked him, could you dance to
that, and he said "yes". Then Great Aunt pointed out he
had gotten him a chew, which meant he was enjoying
the visit and music with kinfolk, in his country home...

At the cemetery after Great Uncle's funeral service, by
the graveside, Burt was troubled because he said he
didn't know if his father had believed. My wife said,
"yes, they told us that day they had". She later told
me about this, that Burt had gotten tears in his eyes.
He had slowly, and respectfully leaned over and kissed
his forehead, as if to say goodbye for the last time.

We went out back to the pond on the property. Where
the man and his two sons lived in happiness on, for
many years after Burt, the last hold out, had closed
shop on his redwood furniture business, and joined
them back home. The kids were laughing, while zip
lining, and cousins sat and talked about goin' out
to the lake noodling (mud cats).

Burt showed and gave a cousin a nice piece
of redwood, uncovering the tarp from one of his
stacks of slabs that he had shipped by rail, then
asked me if I wanted a piece. I liked the first one
that he pulled out, about 23"x 32" he called root
beryl, already sanded on one side, a very nice
piece they had prepped for a clock years ago,
still in perfect condition. They were good
people, but though they are both gone
now, never forgotten. I had always
admired how close they were,
the love and respect
they had... :cross:
 

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Wonder what these guys are looking at...
Maybe nothing, nature's art work?
 

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I hope some the pics I have submitted, have been somewhat
enjoyable. I will try to share some more in the future. This is also
my way of saying thanks, for all the good pics, stories and info,
that people have generously shared, that have been enjoyable,
informative, and educational... Thanks, Crosse :cross:
 

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The pics I have shared, were taken with a basic 14 mp,
point and shoot camera. I have a D3200 Nikon 24.2 mp,
I am naturally going to be using to document any process
worthy of archival historical value. Those pics naturally, will
be retained for any future personal reference.

I do, hope some the pics I have submitted, have been somewhat
enjoyable, and also hope to share more in the future. This is also
my way of saying thanks, for all the good pics, stories and info
that people have generously shared, that have been enjoyable,
informative, and educational... Thanks, Crosse :cross:

Howdy :cross:,

Yes Amigo, I for one have enjoyed every picture that you have posted, they stir the imagination. Look forward for more.:thumbsup:

I have also enjoyed your stories of relatives who otherwise I would have never known of. I too had a Great Grandfather who was a Pony Express rider for eight years in South Texas.

I am out of treasue/spirit tales, but I am all ears, so pick up your "guitarra" and strum us a tune before the fire dies out.:occasion14:

Homar
 

Howdy :cross:,

Yes Amigo, I for one have enjoyed every picture that you have posted, they stir the imagination. Look forward for more.:thumbsup:

I have also enjoyed your stories of relatives who otherwise I would have never known of. I too had a Great Grandfather who was a Pony Express rider for eight years in South Texas.

I am out of treasue/spirit tales, but I am all ears, so pick up your "guitarra" and strum us a tune before the fire dies out.:occasion14:

Homar

NO MO Beans, tho; the movie, "Blazing Saddle" comes to mind...
 

Howdy :cross:,

Yes Amigo, I for one have enjoyed every picture that you have posted, they stir the imagination. Look forward for more.:thumbsup:

I have also enjoyed your stories of relatives who otherwise I would have never known of. I too had a Great Grandfather who was a Pony Express rider for eight years in South Texas.

I am out of treasue/spirit tales, but I am all ears, so pick up your "guitarra" and strum us a tune before the fire dies out.:occasion14:

Homar

coazon, my good friend:

I really appreciate the kind words Amigo,
and would like to hear more good stories about
your Great Grandpa and family, if you want to...

Thanks, :cross:
 

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Found this empty jar, not a mason.
Was laying off the trail, by a cedar tree...

The Redwood clock slab that Burt had given me,
the day we celebrated his father's life, much
loved Great Uncle...
 

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Would have been treasures to me but politely declined.
A divorce found me in a duplex near work. A neighbor who's modest little home had been surrounded by civilian progress over time was Dan Post. One of the last remount cowboys from fort Reno. I,d bring a few beverages over on occasion and his tales of the west were great. The man covered a lot of ground and had at least a brief stint in law enforcement.We had fishing and hunting stories enough to swap to keep us entertained . After he had a stroke I crafted a walking stick for him he thought was a great thing for reasons I could not grasp beyond utilitarian. He offered his one set of antlers from way back in a younger west and several hand drawn bead patterns he was gifted while on a reservation. Being a goodly part of his possessions and his having grandkids they needed to be politely refused. Should have taken them and gave him something else in return as the grandkids had other ideas when he passed. Stopped back about a year after moving north to see if some venison would help, only to find a grieving widow at the door and his old dog still waiting at the foot of his bed.
But hey,still have enough treasure of his left in the form of at least one tale and to keep his spirit bright.

Good Friend releventchair,

That is a good story you shared. I really enjoy tales like
that, sounds like you had good times, visiting with him.

Seems like his name is familiar, and I remember seeing
boots with the name Dan Post. Must have been somewhat
well known, or maybe a famous western character?

I feel that people who think of others before themselves first
(like the artifacts you thought his family may want to keep), show
a kind of nobility, rather than selfishness. Just my own view, on
acquiring material goods, that we all may deal with sometimes.

Yes, that would have been a very good trade, and fair to
him, as he may have known, you would appreciate them more.
I have done something sort of similar (a future story)... Thanks, Crosse :cross:
 

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The name is same as boots but different man. Could have been an alias l.o.l..
I am usually reluctant to mention names of those who have passed. Some cultures avoid it too but in this case it seems different. One simple tale of his I may tell in time though it won,t compare well to seeing it told, but it remembers him.

That is one of my views, telling stories of good friends,
or family. I think the tales, in good memory, is a sort of way
to honor them in a positive light, and they are worthy of that.
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Burt told me, of the inventive way he used to cut the huge
old redwood stumps. I thought it was really pretty ingenious.

He Did Not cut the Giant ancient trees down, but rather
found a way to repurpose the stumps that had been
thrown off into a deep ravine, in the 30's, I believe.
So, he effectively rescued remnants of a part of
our lost National Treasures... :cross:
 

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Some Injun DNA was contributed to me, an Iroquois. Don't know much about her but it was said to be a long, cold winter and that she was durn cute. (French Canadian branch )
 

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