My first treasure

So it begs the question

"What treasures have you dug up?"

In my home town there was a couple, she is still living and a widow. We will call them Mr. and Mrs. D. He was about 4" shorter than she. Before marriage their family homes were about 3 miles apart. He lived next door to the local blacksmith shop. During their courting years, someone stole the anvil from blacksmith shop. Now we are talking of an era when few people had cars or trucks, courting by young people was usually done on foot. Some years after their marriage, the blacksmith's anvil was found near the home of Mrs D's parrents. Mr. D took a lot of heat over that one, most common of course was lugging an anvil 3 miles to stand on while smooching with Mrs. D. He really never lived that one down. Old timers told him that after winning the fair maiden's heart he should have lugged the anvil back.

No one ever seriously believed Mr. D took the anvil, nor did anyone believe the culpert was Mrs D's parents. The real culpert was known and it was determined the location of anvil was as far as he got by dawn that first night. I guess spending most of night lugging an anvil 3 miles made the culpert realize it wasn't such a great steal.

Son was plowing a field that had been pretty much in cultivation for the last 50 or so years. Found this wrench sticking up from the furrow last week. There's more to the story: My dad got a brand new JD B in 1947 when he got home from the Navy after WWII. As a kid growing up with that tractor, I know that the factory supplied wrench was missing, and we used a hardware store version until tractor was sold in the early '70s. (Still have that wrench.) So since this wrench is a dead ringer for the factory wrench, it is fair to assume it's the missing factory wrench off'n dad's tractor, lost for over 50 years. We're displaying it on the wheel of a '49 JD B that belonged to wife's uncle, and was recently restored by my son - grandson of origional '47 B owner.

Like most kids, I had to investigate further and spent the whole summer digging out fossils, artifacts, big geodes, and various specimens from the garden. Never did figure out how so much could have been in one relative small area, unless they had been buried there by someone.

At that time I was taking everything I found over to the neighboring town, and putting them on consignment at a local antique shop. Thought I was in tall cotton to get $8.00 for a fossilized turtle shell that about 24" in diameter. Or $5.00 for a slab of petrified mud with dozens of fish skeleton imprints, or a Knife River flint spearpoint. Why I didn't keep some of that stuff...just a dumb kid I guess!

When dad realized wallet was missing, he thought a minute what to do next. Of course, you do what farmers have alway done with rocks. Disks bury rocks, spring tooth cultivators lay them on top. He unhitched from disk and 3 pass down field with cultivator his wallet turned up.

I suspect he really didn't want to go home until he found the wallet, probably a portion of the $400. was mom's grocery money.

I have never dug anything up while plowing that I can think of; but it sounds like fun.
Where are you lcoated? Maybe I'll come over with my plow and help you search!