I remember with fondness the trips to Grandpa's house and visiting the park, walking down to the store to buy penny candy, crossing the street to climb on the old tank in front of the county building. This part of town is pretty much as I remember it, other than the candy store is gone. Although, I imagine that it has changed a lot since my Grandpa moved there.
I searched the park for hours and only managed to find a pile of modern clad and some tokens from the city carnival.
Before we left, Uncle Bill showed me a box of coins he had been saving for his grandkids. Here was all the treasure I had been looking for: a high school class ring, an elk tooth, a roll of morgan and peace silver dollars, and a couple hand fulls of miscellaneous other old coins. I wish I could have spent more time searching, but it was great to hear the stories about how things used to be,
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