GL
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I have 3 Bloodhounds, 2 Great Danes and a Basset Hound in the same yard. The Bloods like to dig.
A lot.
They will lie on their side and in the heat of the day they will essentially walk in place and dig a hole to the cool soil underneath to sleep in. Sometimes these hole are a few feet deep.
Recently I have collected the various items they uncover and was amazed at the variety and age span.
Model T sparkplugs, chains, horseshoes, mule shoes, bits and bridle parts, random car and tractor mechanicals including what looks like part of a very early starter and magneto, wooden things with dovetails, wire, bolts, caps, screens, nails, screws, gears, cogs, spikes, plates, crockery...all from a 6 foot square to the side of a buggy house in my backyard.
No wonder I can't get a clear signal from a detector.
I won't bore you with photos of this debris, I was just thinking about all the history that is buried that we never see. Those sparkplugs could have been dropped one day possibly 80 years ago. It could have been snowing...raining...hot...my great uncles might have lost them and gotten a whoopin for it that night long ago since a sparkplug way out here way back then would have been a rare prize. The broken gears might have been the one thing he needed to finish the tractor and he had to go all the way to Raleigh to get another one. An expensive 2 day trip in the 20's.
I am always pondering what went on the minute something was lost. Be it a pocket spill from the 19th century or a Colonial button in a field or a simple length of blacksmith welded chain from the turn of the last century.
Everything has a story.
A lot.
They will lie on their side and in the heat of the day they will essentially walk in place and dig a hole to the cool soil underneath to sleep in. Sometimes these hole are a few feet deep.
Recently I have collected the various items they uncover and was amazed at the variety and age span.
Model T sparkplugs, chains, horseshoes, mule shoes, bits and bridle parts, random car and tractor mechanicals including what looks like part of a very early starter and magneto, wooden things with dovetails, wire, bolts, caps, screens, nails, screws, gears, cogs, spikes, plates, crockery...all from a 6 foot square to the side of a buggy house in my backyard.
No wonder I can't get a clear signal from a detector.
I won't bore you with photos of this debris, I was just thinking about all the history that is buried that we never see. Those sparkplugs could have been dropped one day possibly 80 years ago. It could have been snowing...raining...hot...my great uncles might have lost them and gotten a whoopin for it that night long ago since a sparkplug way out here way back then would have been a rare prize. The broken gears might have been the one thing he needed to finish the tractor and he had to go all the way to Raleigh to get another one. An expensive 2 day trip in the 20's.
I am always pondering what went on the minute something was lost. Be it a pocket spill from the 19th century or a Colonial button in a field or a simple length of blacksmith welded chain from the turn of the last century.
Everything has a story.
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