I went hunting a cellar hole site with an old detecting buddy a while back. It’s a site that we’ve hit hard in the past, and it wasn’t our site of choice, it was our site of necessity. We wanted to detect, yet were short on time. Driving an hour or more just wasn’t going to happen, we needed a site that was close by for instant detecting gratification.
When we arrived at the site, we gave it a good once over. My only find was a flat button…yawn, and my buddy found a spoon… boring. Time flew, and we had to leave, so we gave up and headed back towards the car. Yes, it was the proverbial “when I was heading back to the car, I got this signal…” trek, so we remained hopeful.
On the way I noticed an area that looked promising, so we decided to swing around for a few minutes. I saw a nearby slope that was a bit unnatural looking, became curious and swung in that direction. As I got closer to the slope, I saw a bunch of broken glass peeking out of the leaves, so I moved the leaves aside for a better look. There was a bunch of old broken bottles and pottery. How cool–a garbage dump.
I called out for my buddy, and began to dig around a bit. Before he even got to me, at about an inch down, I pulled out what looked like an old large belt buckle. ‘Geez how ugly’, I thought, as I examined it.
I turned it over and discovered it was not a belt buckle at all, it was actually a pin. It became immediately clear to me why this pin ended up in the garbage dump–it was about the ugliest piece of jewelry I have ever seen–but we can’t choose our finds, so I stuck it in my pouch, hoping it might look better when its cleaned up.
We dug around a bit more, and I found an Indian Head penny, which was kinda cool since I wasn’t using my machine, or pinpointer to search. My buddy got an old lock in really good condition, and we dug out some neat looking old bottles.
Time being an issue, we had to make haste out of there, but we noted its location, to bring the sifter back with us on our next visit.
Later that evening, as I was cleaning my new found “ugly pin”, my mind wandered, and I imagined a young girl, years ago, receiving the pin from her mother as a gift. Wanting to seem gracious, not rude, she faked her enthusiasm over it.
The next morning, while dressing for school, she put on the pin to please her mother, with the intent of removing it before she arrived.
To her misfortune, she forgot to remove the pin, and the other school children promptly taunted her until she took it off. Later, on her walk home from school (five miles, uphill, through the snow), she secretly broke the pin, and when she returned home, put on her best sad face and showed it to her mother.
… And all these years later, I found it–lucky me.
I have a great imagination, I know, but how else to explain such an item? Oh, and as a side note, it’s even uglier cleaned up.