take some pictures to share with the Forum. I would love to see them! Like you, I will not hunt with a metal detector in a place like you just described or any cemetery for that matter...nor will I hunt for arrowheads in the vicinity of any Indian burial grounds.
The other day, I found out that a Internet friend lived in a town located on one of the great lakes. Naturally, my pea brain started thinking about all the history in that area...the ship wrecks, treasure washed up on shore, the Indians that lived in that area hundreds of years ago, and etc. Now I read about the small park that you found twelve miles from your home, a park that has the final resting place of Nathan Hale. The other day, I saw the pictures posted by Royal, the pictures of the beautiful marsh with the berries that you can pick, and how about the picture of the lake that would be great to fish? Everyone knows about Mike and Alice and the beautiful area in Canada where they live...they also live near a few ghost towns that is perfect for finding some old coins and arrowheads. Then there is Wayne, living where you can actually find gold. He has posted pictures in the past about some of the gold that he has found. As I sit here drinking a cup of coffee, typing on this old keyboard...yes, this is an old computer that is probably on it's last leg. It seems to break down more and more here lately and needs to be replaced...might be a good Christmas gift if I can scrape together the extra few dollars in the next few months. There I go, getting side tracked, sorry! Anyway, while I am on a roll, I reflect back to Ron and his beautiful pictures and stories about life up there on the east coast, the light houses and old ships. Let's not forget about Ron and that salt mine where he works. The salt sitting in the salt shaker on the kitchen table may have come from that mine. Then there was Arkie John and his Indian flutes, ones that he crafted himself. After listening to some Indian music played with a flute, you will never know how I wanted one, one that I could mess with on rainy winter days. How about Sunny and her story about the gravel pit where she rode a bike as a tomboy, and how she added a "spark" to the Forum. I also always enjoyed the train stories by Dave, they fascinated me. Sitting here typing, I still remember the picture of that tall Sun Flower that OJ posted on this Forum many years ago...it was tall, never seen one that tall before! Well, I am just about done drinking this cup of coffee, what is left is now cold, but that is OK because I am going to finish drinking it anyway as a sad realization hits me square between the eyes...I gained much from reading the stories on this Forum over the years but gave so little in return. Yes, I feel that I posted my fair share of stories, but my stories must have been boring compared to what others posted here, no famous folks stories, just "common" stories about "common" every day normal living type stories, no color to them. This being said, I guess that I now have a challenge staring me in the face, the challenge of posting more interesting, colorful stories about South Texas. I will need to pull all the things stored in my smart's department and see what I can come up with, what would be more interesting and colorful for the members of this Forum. Say, I just drank the last few drops of coffee in that cup and it is time to get a few chores done around here before Debbie comes home and finds out that I have not done them yet. The grass out back has gotten so tall that I suspect there may be some wild creatures living in it. Later, Kelley (Texas)
