TALE OF THE DAY

Civic Patrol
By Frank Colletti
From Page 47
September, 2008 issue of Lost Treasure
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Thank you for all of your letters for the Civic Patrol. Please keep them coming, without your news this column could not continue.

This month I am using a couple of old stories that I found while re-doing my computer due to a recent hard drive crash. Long story, but, needless to say, I am not a big fan of large computer companies, especially when the hard drive crashes after less than a year. Anyway, I had to have the data reconstructed by an independent company and, in reviewing my old files, I found several I did not realize I had missed in the past.

First, a cute story from a fellow Long Islander who I met while metal detecting. It will show you not just metal detectorists are good members of the Civic Patrol. Then one really interesting story about a search for a lost necklace. Anyone who has ever tried to help someone find a lost necklace knows how difficult they can be to find. In this instance it seems it was a miracle and an excellent detector that enabled Lee Wierzchowski of the Indian Territory Treasure Hunters Club to do the impossible. Thanks, Lee for a great effort. Lastly, once again we will visit the infamous Im Not Wally Swartz of the Southeastern Chapter of the Federation of Metal Detectors & Archaeological Clubs Inc. Wally is the Chapter President and a very active detectorist and member of Florida detecting clubs, including being newsletter editor of one of them. The Florida clubs seem to be some the most active clubs in returning lost rings to their owners. I will have more stories from them in the very near future; in the mean time, enjoy this one with another twist.

Frank,

This is a lost and a found...great story. My grand parents were married in 1932 and lived in West Palm Beach, Florida. They had a yard full of fruit trees and my granddaddy spent a lot of time picking and eating all that fruit. One day, way back in the early 1970s, granddaddy was peeling an orange. As he threw the peel out in the yard, he noticed his wedding ring was gone! After looking for hours to no avail, he retreated into the house to inform what would sure to be an upset wife. Grandma spent the rest of the evening and the next day going over each step of the yard. Their neighbor even brought over his high-powered metal detector to help. No luck, that day or any other. The years rocked on and grandma replaced that wedding ring with a much nicer one. My grandparents retired and sold their house in 1984.

Two days before their move, granddaddy went out to the backyard to do his orange peeling and eating for the last time. As he sat there on his chair and threw orange peels, the yard squirrel came down out of the tree. This was nothing unusual, but this time he had something in his mouth. Something very shiny. He literally walked up to granddaddy and dropped his wedding ring at his feet! With disbelief, he hollered for grandma; she thought he was dying or something. As they both sat there in awe, the neighbor walked over. He also could not believe what had happened. My granddaddy died in 1996, at nearly 90-years-old. After his funeral, all 10 of his grandchildren gathered around grandma. She had both wedding rings. The oldest boy and the youngest boy each got one. My brother, the youngest, received the squirrel ring as we call it. My grandma is now 93. She still lives by herself, cooks, and drives 45 miles to her doctor (probably all those oranges she ate)! And she loves to tell the story about the yard squirrel ring and we love to hear it...John
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It was the 4th of July. Stacie, Nathan and their neighborhood friends were gathered in a common area to celebrate the holiday. It was hot and humid and Stacie tugged at her t-shirt to pull it away from her body. Little did she realize she had also grasped the thin, gold chain that held a beautiful diamond pendant her husband had given her as a gift. With one sharp tug she felt the chain break and her pendant disappeared. Without moving, she cried out to those around her to help her find her treasure. A friend ran to Nathan and took his flashlight, telling him of Stacies loss. Everyone was on their hands and knees and looked and looked, to no avail. For days they tried. One day she even had a person who had a metal detector try to locate it. No luck.

In desperation Stacie searched the phone book to find a dealer that could rent her a unit. When she found one in Wagoner, Oklahoma, she was told that without any experience, and as tiny as the 14K gold setting was, her chances of finding her prize were nil. The owner of Tracys Detector Sales called a friend in Broken Arrow where Stacie and Nathan lived and suggested he take a look. He in turn called me, since I lived closer to the site. One morning, about a week after the loss, I met Stacie and gave it a try with my Fisher CZ7. The area was trashy with many bits of foil, but no pendant showed up. I thought Id give it a try with a machine better suited to gold and got a Fisher Gold Strike from Trans-Mississippi Electronics.

My friend, Gary, and I went out for a try on Saturday morning. Wow, that Gold Strike was picking up the tiniest foil fragments you could imagine. We were hunting for less than 15 minutes when I got a solid crosschecked signal. Pawing through the thick grass, I spotted a sparkle of gold. Picking it up, it looked like a piece broken off of some jewelry. Without cleaning the metal embedded within some dirt, I hollered at Gary to take a look at this. Before he could get over to me I turned it over to clean it and, to my surprise, this beautiful diamond, sparkling in the sun, was staring me in the face! Sorry to say, Stacie and Nathan were not home at the time, so I called her later that day. Wish we had been there to see and share her excitement. Although, a few weeks later she and her husband joined us at a meeting of the Indian Territory Treasure Hunters Club to claim her treasured pendant. Nathan insisted they acquire a stronger chain to anchor the pendant to her neck! Lee Wierzchowski

One Watch, Lost!

Heres another returned item with a little twist! This beautiful 18K womans Rolex watch, with a diamond at each numeral, was the victim of a domestic dispute in which emotions overruled common sense. The watch was thrown from a 6th floor balcony of a condominium, during a very heated discussion, to the ground below covered with grass and planters. The owners attempted for several days to find it, but without luck, and contacted Bill Jackson, who notified me.

I met with the involved party and spent about an hour searching a 25-foot planter heavily covered with evergreens and (unfortunately) a sprinkler system. After not having any luck there, the search area was expanded to surrounding grass and there it was about 10 feet away curled up in the roots of the grass, not readily visible to the naked eye. Also missing is a diamond tennis bracelet, but he wanted to check out another possibility on it before searching further. I expect to be getting another call soon! Suncoast Research & Recovery Club, Pinellas Park, Florida. Wallis Swartz, President
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