> > One of my relatives in another state is remodeling an old house. It was built in the 1940's and was in a sad state. He likes to do remodeling and I think the negelect is the reason he bought it. Anyway, he was happily knocking out walls and replacing doors and windows, when he discovered a dagger wrapped in cloth and hidden inside the kitchen wall. I am not making this up. He actually didn't think much about the dagger, until sometime later when he decided to break up the patio and replace it with a bigger, better one in a different part of the back yard. Underneath the old patio, he found bones. They looked like very old human bones, he said. (My guess is that they were not.) So he just covered them up, threw away the dagger and continued remodeling the house and yard.
> > Now you have to remember that there are antique dealers in the family, including me, so we gave him a hard time about throwing away the dagger. But the bones? No big deal. They were probably just Jimmy Hoffa.
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> Freaky! When my mom was pulling up layers of old carpet when we first moved into our house, she found over four hundred dollars in between two layers. Much better surprise then bones or a dagger if you ask me.
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> illy"guess it depends on who you ask though!"andra

My two boys (Boys! Ha. They're 35 and 44)are both contractors. They both started building houses in their teens. They always leave a few Coke bottles, and broken tools inside the walls of the houses they build. They usually write their name on a 2X4 stud somewhere in the house. I guess it's kinda like an artist signing his work.
Someday, maybe late in the century, somebody will be remodeling or tearing down a house and will find some of that stuff. I guess they will wonder who Ed and Sam are. (Were?) Some of those bottles may be collectors items by then.
Ed built me a garage in the early 1980's. The foundation was built in the fall and the rest was done the next spring. So I had all winter to drop stuff down in the blocks. Bottles, cans, bicycle parts, ceramic insulators, broken toys and a mayonese jar that I filled with coins, stamps, my old driver's license, an NEA membership card, the front page of a newspaper, a pair of ivory dice, heck, I don't remember what all. I put the lid on sealed it with wax, dropped it into a plastic bag wrapped it in tar paper (roof felt) and stuffed it into a block right under where the door would be. Before the concrete floor was poured, I went around and stuffed newspaper in the top of all the blocks so that only the top few inches would contain concrete. That saved me about a yard of cement, plus it insured that all the junk in there would not be encased in concrete. Well, someday.......
Howard