My father was a dreamer and let his dreams and schemes lead him far afield in life, sometimes into the shady edge of legality. Perhaps, one day, I'll share some of those stories. He was the proud owner of an early Whites detector and learned just enough to find a huge diamond ring for which he received a large reward. He told me that diamond shined like "The Headlight On A Train" son!!! Mostly he dreamed about detecting and as far as I know never found anything else with his cherished detector. I know he was proud of me for my record in finding gold and silver. He and I never had a chance to share our hobby other than in stories, but then life is often like that, eh?
In the late '60s I was in Germany in the service. Mom wrote me a letter outlining a tale dad brought home from a beer break at a small Texas beer joint owned by a fellow he knew who had been in Germany during WW-2 as had my dad. Dad remarked one time that if it hadn't been for the wine cellars in Germany he couldn't have made it through the war. He was trained as a scout and sniper and was always the first man into new territory. He had a small scar above one ear, I forget which, that was from a near death dealing bullet.
In the tale his the friends patrol captured a German payroll and buried it in a shell crater. It was in silver coin and there was some gold he assured dad and it was way too heavy for them to carry away. The treasure was buried a few yards to the right of the stone pillars the marked the entrance to the local airfield at Ulm, Germany. Dad wanted me to investigate and let him know what I found. He was sure it was sizable in value and was still there because the friend was the only member of the patrol to survive the war.
My wife and I traveled to Ulm not too far from my base and we checked out the landmarks provided us. A casual question at a local eatery got us raised eyebrows and directions to the local airfield that now served as a sport flying center for the area. The airfield was there, the stone pillars were there and the location of the treasure was now the site of a huge barn like structure. It had a concrete floor and I can not imagine it being built without the treasure, if any, being found.
Too bad dad. Maybe your next dream..........
Alas Dad is dreaming in the next world now and I miss him and his dreams.
HH Friends,
Cupajo
In the late '60s I was in Germany in the service. Mom wrote me a letter outlining a tale dad brought home from a beer break at a small Texas beer joint owned by a fellow he knew who had been in Germany during WW-2 as had my dad. Dad remarked one time that if it hadn't been for the wine cellars in Germany he couldn't have made it through the war. He was trained as a scout and sniper and was always the first man into new territory. He had a small scar above one ear, I forget which, that was from a near death dealing bullet.
In the tale his the friends patrol captured a German payroll and buried it in a shell crater. It was in silver coin and there was some gold he assured dad and it was way too heavy for them to carry away. The treasure was buried a few yards to the right of the stone pillars the marked the entrance to the local airfield at Ulm, Germany. Dad wanted me to investigate and let him know what I found. He was sure it was sizable in value and was still there because the friend was the only member of the patrol to survive the war.
My wife and I traveled to Ulm not too far from my base and we checked out the landmarks provided us. A casual question at a local eatery got us raised eyebrows and directions to the local airfield that now served as a sport flying center for the area. The airfield was there, the stone pillars were there and the location of the treasure was now the site of a huge barn like structure. It had a concrete floor and I can not imagine it being built without the treasure, if any, being found.
Too bad dad. Maybe your next dream..........
Alas Dad is dreaming in the next world now and I miss him and his dreams.
HH Friends,
Cupajo
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