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Greenie
So shortly after i turned 21 I decided to help out a little bit with my great grandparents. They were both suffering from alzheimers and dementia. Their place was a farm that they had bought and lived on since the early 40's. We knew sending them to live in a home would definitely not be beneficial, and frankly very expensive. So i moved in with them, cooked them meals, washed their clothes, took them 22 miles one way to town for doctors appointments etc. My great grandfather was still fairly active for being in his early 90s. We would sit outside on a bench in the shade and he would tell me stories from way back when they first got the farm, and how the tree we were sitting under he planted himself. His memory of recent events wasn't very good at all. For instance he couldn't tell you most days what we had for breakfast or what day of the week it was, but he could vividly remember things from his high school years and so on. Well aside from upkeep on farm buildings and taking care of the few animals they still had, like 3 horses and about 2 dozen hens, things got pretty boring around there. Lots of gameshows and the weather channel. So on a whim I decided that buying a metal detector could be a good way to spend time outside and might even yield some good stuff. After it came in the mail I put it together and went outside right away. Grampa was sitting on the bench, and watched me out of the corner of his eye as i combed over the yard. I got a signal and ran over to the machine shed to grab a gardening trowel and started digging. What i found was a band bearing my grandfathers name and address and the number 61. I brought it over to him and he told me it was a foot band for the geese they used to raise shortly after they bought the farm. The number 61 was also their phone number at the time. He told me all about the geese they had and even had bunches of pictures in the photo album he showed me. He talked about those geese for what seemed like hours. It was nice to see him and gramma light up as they talked about how things used to be and my gramma commented with a big smile that her arthritis was a direct result of plucking those geese by hand. So anytime that I had some free time i would go out metal detecting to see what i could find, and if i found something i always ran it in to them so they (in most cases) could identify it right away and then start a rant about whatever it was and how they used it. I remember one time especially finding an old set of sheep sheers. My grandpa was delighted to see these and told me all about how careful you needed to be because "If you weren't careful, you'd better know how to sew". Some of my fondest memories of them came as a direct result of this hobby. So thats what got me hooked and why I continue to dig up things as often as I can.
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