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Post by Tony W on Jul 16, 2007 23:43:45 GMT -5
Well, I've always had rock collections... as long as I can remember, (I've picked up mini balls, arrow heads and fossils, too) .but they would always fit in a cegar box or something a bit bigger. Since the first of the year they are mounded up in the heaps in the yard and I can't get enough. I have boulders out there I can't be sure where they came from! It worries me I may be collecting in my sleep..... I sure hope I don't get a hernia dreaming I have super human strength! Tony
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karenfh
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Post by karenfh on Jul 17, 2007 2:27:12 GMT -5
Well, we were not well off, when I was little. My parents had to come up with cheap entertainment for us. Dad was a forest ranger, and always came up with amazing things to show us. With 4 kids, we scared off most of the critters. We were left with picking up feathers, pinecones, bird nests, flowers and funky plants, and animal tracks and scat to ID, which is great fun. However, you can't bring most of that home and keep it forever, according to Mom. So, we found rocks along the way! Dad had a wealth of knowlege and a good geological background (I guess he had to take that advanced geology class twice in college, so he knew it pretty well), and if he didn't know, we'd look it up in a book.
I recently rescued his rock collection, which all of us kids contributed to over the years, from Mom's basement. What fun! He kept everything, even the chunks of cement and asphalt, that we brought him over the years. We were also privileged to live in some great rock areas over the years. Dad always had a thirst for knowlege, and passed that trait on to his kids. I have posted a few threads regarding Dad's rock collection here, and am working on individual pictures (which I will need help IDing!).
So, my answer, I guess, is since always!
I am going to include a post I wrote several months ago in a thread posted by the 'Last' family:
"LASTing memories with the family are very special. I lost my dad when I was 12, but the memories he created with me and my sibs 'rock on'. He was a forest ranger, took us to strange and wonderful places the general public was not allowed. I now have his rock collection, which means a lot to all of us kids. When I asked my sibs if I could take it home, they all had a rock memory to share. One wanted to make sure I did not cut up that certain piece of pet wood that we found in ND; another wondered if the as-yet unidentified chunk of 'cool rock' was still in the collection, and what would it look like if I cut it in half for her? The other brother stopped by and gave me a detailed monologue of which rocks he found with Dad, where they came from, and what they were.
Like I said, Dad passed away when I was 12. I am the oldest, at 43; brothers are 41, 40, sis is 38.
LASTing memories."
I'm older now, haha, and still treasure those times. And, I'm still picking up rocks wherever I go, as are my kids, and some of their friends. How fun! And what a great way to spend time with family of all ages.
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