It was in the 70's today, so I killed a few hours at an old house close by. Nothing really too exiting as far as treasures, but an assortment anyways. The bottles and crystal lid was found buried about a foot deep in the old outhouse. I dug down about 4 feet in the center of the outhouse hoping to find a coin, but nothing. Didn't folks drop coins when they dropped their drawers in those days? 
Inside the house, I peeled back four layers of linoleum in ONE ROOM until I finally made it to the wooden floor. Again, nothing of value, but I thought it was pretty interesting to see all the different patterns (eras) the room went through. Not one coin did I find inside. Only old chewed up clothes and about 20 styles of shoes. Off to the playgrounds tomorrow. In the 70's again. Ahhhhhhhhhhh.
Inside the house, I peeled back four layers of linoleum in ONE ROOM until I finally made it to the wooden floor. Again, nothing of value, but I thought it was pretty interesting to see all the different patterns (eras) the room went through. Not one coin did I find inside. Only old chewed up clothes and about 20 styles of shoes. Off to the playgrounds tomorrow. In the 70's again. Ahhhhhhhhhhh.
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So I started flashing back in my mind to more than a few buildings I've been through in my time. 
I had a dealer approach me at one of my flea market set-ups a few years back. It was still early before the crowd had started and he had his eyes on it since I set it there on the blacktop near my car. I wasn't even going to bring it because it had a number of dents, two or three bullet holes and a couple or three little early rust spots. But, the bail was mint and the inside and outside of this old tin pail/can was if fine shape. I found it tucked under a white cedar when I was coming out of the bush one day after a day's grouse huntin'. I still hadn't figured out what kind of price I was going to put on it, sometimes I want the customer to tell me what he wants to pay. Gives me a little to go on to try and figure him or her out to some degree by their opening words and or numbers. Anyway, he comes over looks right at me , points to the neat ol' pail and says, I can't go any higher than $20 because I know a man who will pay me $25 for it and it does have a little hole in it, doesn't it? 
So without even flinchin' or missin' a beat, I said, Sold , to the man with a yen for a fine piece of Canadian history, and deftly slid the olive bill from his outstretched hand. I might have thought to ask for $5 and let some nice 'ol person perhaps talk me down to $3 or whatevr. Like, I found this old can and almost didn't keep it. TT's advice is very sound! Do Not overlook anything. I can almost smell some of that musty old money that surely must be in and or around there somewhere... 
Speaking of which, that unreachable attic you mentioned has got the hair on my arms standing up over here. 
If yer at home, let us know that your still there, otherwise, I suppose, kinda like your mom used to, I don't want 2 start havin' to fret over a possible health mal-function to such a valued member here at TNet?!? 
