i'm a treasure hunter at heart,but this could turn out to be nothing.
this could end up being a long story,it's not to late to turn back!
when i was just a lad,i use to work for my grandfather after school and weekends,splitting wood,mowing lawn,tilling and planting garden.on payday he would reach up into a cabinet behind his desk were there were three jars of coins and he always pulled my pay from one jar,thats right paid in clad! every once in a while when the jar ran empty he would have to get into his safe in which he would have to get the combination for which was written on top of the cabinet, he had to pull his chair over to get high enough to read them, he hated to do this in front of me,because i know knew were the combination was,but he did.he never touched the other two jars ever.
typically after school when i walked into his office he would be passed out at his desk with his arms crossed on the desk with his head resting on them,oh ya with a cigarette inbetween his fingers with a three inch ash burnt right down to his fingers.
and if he weren't there then he would be on the porch taking a two bottle nap.anyhow one day i walked into his office and i could not find him ,i heard a noise in the next room so i walked in and there in the middle of the room was a trap door opened up in the floor and i could here some rustling around, so gramps i called out,and out he came he did not look to pleased that i was there,so off to work he put me,a few days latter he had me nailing plywood on the floor of the same room the trap door was in,nail it good he said,and believe me i did,gramps passed away durring my high school years,with his passing came the question,what happened to the two old jars of coins that dad had,so between 7 brothers and sisters there was a awfully lot of finger pointing going on,at the time i never even suspected that gramps may have burried his loot,so here we are some 26 years latter,and with the recent passing of my grandmother the house is up for sale.
in a recent conversation with my mom i brought up the the trap door and that i had suspected that gramps had burried something there and would like to check it out,she had told me that he was probably fixing a pipe,and that her brother was just under there not long ago fixing one,so i agreed that she was probably right.a week later she called and asked if we would come and help clean the place up a bit,so we did and when i happened into the room in question,there it was plywood still on the floor un touched for all these years,so when i pointed this out and the were abouts of the trap door,she had no idea,in fact nobody remembers this trap door except me,so i asked permission and got the go ahead as long as i restore the plywood.this could end up being a project,the plywood is nailed pretty good,the trap door is about 3'x6' and i would have to pull 2 sheets of plywood.what would you do?any suggestions?
sorry for the long wind!
this could end up being a long story,it's not to late to turn back!
when i was just a lad,i use to work for my grandfather after school and weekends,splitting wood,mowing lawn,tilling and planting garden.on payday he would reach up into a cabinet behind his desk were there were three jars of coins and he always pulled my pay from one jar,thats right paid in clad! every once in a while when the jar ran empty he would have to get into his safe in which he would have to get the combination for which was written on top of the cabinet, he had to pull his chair over to get high enough to read them, he hated to do this in front of me,because i know knew were the combination was,but he did.he never touched the other two jars ever.
typically after school when i walked into his office he would be passed out at his desk with his arms crossed on the desk with his head resting on them,oh ya with a cigarette inbetween his fingers with a three inch ash burnt right down to his fingers.
and if he weren't there then he would be on the porch taking a two bottle nap.anyhow one day i walked into his office and i could not find him ,i heard a noise in the next room so i walked in and there in the middle of the room was a trap door opened up in the floor and i could here some rustling around, so gramps i called out,and out he came he did not look to pleased that i was there,so off to work he put me,a few days latter he had me nailing plywood on the floor of the same room the trap door was in,nail it good he said,and believe me i did,gramps passed away durring my high school years,with his passing came the question,what happened to the two old jars of coins that dad had,so between 7 brothers and sisters there was a awfully lot of finger pointing going on,at the time i never even suspected that gramps may have burried his loot,so here we are some 26 years latter,and with the recent passing of my grandmother the house is up for sale.
in a recent conversation with my mom i brought up the the trap door and that i had suspected that gramps had burried something there and would like to check it out,she had told me that he was probably fixing a pipe,and that her brother was just under there not long ago fixing one,so i agreed that she was probably right.a week later she called and asked if we would come and help clean the place up a bit,so we did and when i happened into the room in question,there it was plywood still on the floor un touched for all these years,so when i pointed this out and the were abouts of the trap door,she had no idea,in fact nobody remembers this trap door except me,so i asked permission and got the go ahead as long as i restore the plywood.this could end up being a project,the plywood is nailed pretty good,the trap door is about 3'x6' and i would have to pull 2 sheets of plywood.what would you do?any suggestions?
sorry for the long wind!
