As Cute as a Civil War Button

I saved $291 in fuel, 6 pit stops at questionable country gas stations, 2728 miles on my odometer, and 40 hours of children screaming in the backseat. I’ve always wanted to visit Washington. I probably would have preferred sipping a… Continue Reading

Making Friends with Metal Detectors

Last week, my cousin wrote about the bond she shares with her digging partner (husband). After reading her post, I started thinking about the bonds I’ve made with both digging partners and property owners alike. If you’re a regular follower… Continue Reading

Cobweb Crown

My mother-in-law loves telling the story of “Jocelyn and the Moth.” The story goes a little like this… One crisp autumn morning in 2011, our small family of three combined forces with my husband’s family of four. The seven of us piled snugly… Continue Reading

The Underestimate-able Digger

I am an enigma. The more I interact with experienced diggers and historians, I’ve begun to realize that strangers have a tendency to underestimate me. I’m underestimate-able. You aren’t likely to find underestimate-able in the dictionary–however–I do like the ring of… Continue Reading

Rain? You Mean Relic Primer.

Summer is gone, but she went out kicking and screaming. These past few weeks were downright brutal. The earth was baked solid–concealing the good signals and testing my patience for digging plugs. Also, I might be taking this one a bit too personal… but I’m… Continue Reading

The Button Conundrum

We all have that property that we gawk at but can never muster the courage to approach. For the longest time, my unapproachable permission was a brick farmhouse on a hill. I drove by this house every day for years, but something… Continue Reading

Trickle of Time

Saturday, we visited my family in Central NY. We were up at 4:20AM, out the door by 5:00AM, and rolling into Fabius around 10AM. My great aunt’s service was a intended to be a celebration of life–complete with a bubble maker,… Continue Reading

A Shirtless Man and His Dog

We had a rough week. While my kids suffered through a nasty stomach bug, I suffered through the final days of Comm 101. The good news is, I survived the class–the same class I’d been putting off since I started working towards… Continue Reading

Another Day, Another Schoolhouse

It happened today. I was at church, watching my children skip across the rows of sanctuary chairs like circus acrobats–when a visitor posed the question, “You’re that metal detecting girl, right?” I must have blushed ten shades of red. Had he been a regular… Continue Reading