Robby Raccoon
Trash Digger
Today began my college-career. Afterward, I went back to the place where my story mentioned here took place. It is the same lot as the intact Pinco and such-- directly across from where I dug the 1869 penny (you'll see why I bring this up.) Well, here's the story from today: I had gone to the lot immediately after college for I wanted to retrieve the stuff I had to leave behind last week. I had the van, so I could bring back a googly amount of junked-out antique/vintage items, pavers, and anything else of interest. Well, today the demolition crews were still working. Walking around with one paw full of shards and the other carrying the insulator-on-a-stick that I had found in a new pile of rubble, I spotted out of the corner of my eye a man coming toward me. Assuming it was a construction- (destruction-) worker, I walked up to him and began asking questions before he could-- even if I knew the answer to some already: What was on the lot before? Are the buildings over there still occupied? What plans are there for the lot? &c. He answered that he and his crew had taken out the old foundry and were gonna complete clean-up by next week. He asked what I was doing on there, so I told him, "Just looking for old things of interest," and I showed him the shards and Pinco, also making note of the sad fact that it is indeed broken. He told me to be careful and walked back to a dump-truck. I stayed another ten minutes although I didn't really have any reason to-- I stayed just to make sure that he wouldn't get suspicious if I had left quickly. I poked around, found nothing of interest in the fresh-turned dirt, and poked around some weeds just to be sure that I got everything. What I didn't tell him was that in my left pocket was 1903 Indian-Head penny that had been thrown up with some dirt a while ago onto the sidewalk full of stones and shattered glass and porcelain.I even found a tooled-top bottle with its original cork still in it-- it was in a forest of weeds that shot up higher than my 6 feet. Here is the best Harris Paver of Zanesville that I have found there (anywhere.) It looks like crap because, well, the company seems to have not embossed things very well. On some of their pavers, you cannot even read a full word. Here is the paver that I had to abandon last time along with some other items. Rimble, or something-- I'm not familiar with it, and it is severely damaged. I assume that this was used to mount stuff waaayyyyy back in the day, as most stuff there was Pre-WW1. I drove off after scanning the sidewalk for anything else of interest-- a shattered purpled milk was the only thing that I had missed as it was partially buried in dirt.
So here is today's Pinco: A triple-tone PINCO-8 / 2064-R. When is it from?
It's still attached to its hardware-- I want the hardware (what i its proper name?) which is even embossed with a letter J, but it's stuck in the insulator.How do I get it out without breaking the insulator even more?????????????The metal is totally solid still. Also, what is this:
Must have taken a lot to warp and break it like that. I assume that it, like a number of things, has to do with power-- I assume that it held something and had been broken by winds off the lake.
PAGE / 15 P-2 is on both sides, and a spider made a home inside of it. Ideas on age? Power-related items are 1930s+ here.
It's not nearly as old or in as nice of condition as the 1869 IHP that I had found here (the wreck post,) but it's in fair shape-- LIBERTY is still visible in person on the headband, the feathers mostly hold a few details, and the bars on the shield in the back are all clear along with some details in the leaves, but the high-points are worn on her face, the hair-strands seem to have all been melded together, and it has some scratches. It's also, quite obviously, lightly corroded over the entire front-- I'll try and clean it up and show pics.It's still only a $1 coin.
A fun find it was to see on a sidewalk-- I've walked/ridden over that same sidewalk several times, and with my new glasses I could even tell that it was an IHP before I bent over. I was quite amazed, thanked God for it, and looked around.
