I was looking for silverware on Ebay and came across this cute story where
the headline was "silverware found under a chicken coop." Enjoy!
I'm not kidding when I say found buried under a chicken coop, cause thats exactly where I dug it up. From time to time I enjoy using my metal detector to find fun stuff and just have a peaceful day thinking about days of old. Well, there is a long story about the chicken coop, and if you prefer not to read it, scroll on down closer to the bottom to find out the details of the spoons and forks, or, if your a metal detective buff like I am, I happen to know you won't want to pass up on this story. :) BTW, I used my old bounty hunter on this find and about had a choking, coughing fit along with a slight heart attack. Well, not really, but I WAS extremely excited. When my family & I first moved out here to the country, I was a little girl. There was a half dilapidated chicken coop out back nearer the back of our property.
The lady who sold the land and houses to us had come by a few years later and told me some interesting stories. (They were friends of my Mom & Dad) Her name was Patsy W. She told me a story about the old house behind the one we were living in. That it was built in the 1870's and the caretaker of the cemetery bordering our property lived there with his family. They had a young daughter and she became mentally ill at some point. As she hit her teen years, her mental illness turned violent and Patsy told me she murdered her little brother WHO THEY BURIED IN THE CHICKEN COOP OUT BACK. You see!! It is getting interesting huh? Now you know as a girl I just looked at that old coop out back a hundred million times wondering if the little brother was buried there. Now, there WAS a mound there. A mound that when looked at, sort of resembled a hump or maybe a burial spot. I was not allowed as a girl to mess around there often. Only when mowing and never to go in or around it for fear of snakes, a trap or maybe falling timber or such.
Patsy also told me that when the girl killed her little brother, her family built the house I am living in now (and the one I grew up in) and kept the girl in the old house. The father built a door leading to the outside of every room in that house she was living in. Yes, this is true, because I seen that for myself. Even the old bathroom that was added years later had a door leading to the outside, this, Patsy said, was because when they would take her food or clean clothes, she become very violent and they needed a quick escape.
Well, here it is years and years later, I get that old curious feeling about me AGAIN, to go in search of this poor little boy buried in the chicken coop. Instead of starting to dig, I brought my old bounty hunter with me. At first I picked up readings and dug up nails. You know the old routine. Then I hit on a nice noise, that signal coming from your metal detector that tells you this AINT NO PULL TAB BOYS. And, the hit was right on top of the MOUND that Patsy said the boy was buried. Can you imagine that. OMG. I was thinking, Lord, what if this it? What if this is the little boy and he has on a belt or something with silver or gold on it? Please Lord, don't let me dig up a little boys body. So I sat down right there in the dirt and stared at the spot for quite some time. Finally I just made up my mind to start digging.
I started digging and digging, easy, not rough or hard, slowly not quickly. Praying the whole way. You know that anticipation you get when your digging something up your machine has hit on? Multiply that time
10000000 and you will know what I was going through at the time. Then my little spoon hit something. Yes, I use a spoon and a little shovel sometimes to dig with. I had hit something that felt like wood. OMG. OMG. It is his little coffin. I thought I had hit his little coffin. So I poked it just a little harder to see how solid it was, and the thing almost crumbled. I was like.....my Lord in heaven I just broke that poor childs coffin. But when I shined my light in there, I saw some sparkle. WHOOP, thats when it hit me. Right straight in the chest. One huge pound that went straight to my ears & starded to pounding. I must have hit some sort jack pot. I looked around me and no one was there to whoop and holler with, so I just caught my breath and breathed slowly and started digging. I found these spoons and forks in there. Boy was I happy. You know what, I did hit the jack pot. Not money jack pot, but the metal detecting jack pot. The one we all look for. Big diamond and gold rings, necklaces, coins, buttons, toys, and all the goodies we like. I hit silverware. Now, i reckon you want to know about what I found. It is below, and have a good one. God this was great fun. OH, by the way, I never found a little boys body, at least, not after I found this silver ware. I stopped digging and will do some more on another day. I want to portion out all that excitement over a period of time. :)