I think for me, it's the fascination of all thinks lost, buried or forgotten. I get that same feeling if I'm pulling a bottle out of the dirt, popping a coin or relic out of the ground, or crawling into a foundation I found in the woods.
The things that I have found that I hold most treasured are things that have struck a chord with me. There's seldom a concrete reason as to why I like it better than other finds, and it may be worth very little. If it's cool, it's cool.
Years ago, as a teenager, we stumbled upon a cluster of empty houses that were mostly still intact. All were vacant, some still furnished. I remember one had a newspaper on the kitchen table from 1959. Some of the houses had begun to collapse. We went through the houses and used them as "forts". I remember to this day the excitement I felt and the awe and facination of being there, looking at old photos. I tried to go back there a few years ago, and found the area cleared for powerlines.
The things that I have found that I hold most treasured are things that have struck a chord with me. There's seldom a concrete reason as to why I like it better than other finds, and it may be worth very little. If it's cool, it's cool.
Years ago, as a teenager, we stumbled upon a cluster of empty houses that were mostly still intact. All were vacant, some still furnished. I remember one had a newspaper on the kitchen table from 1959. Some of the houses had begun to collapse. We went through the houses and used them as "forts". I remember to this day the excitement I felt and the awe and facination of being there, looking at old photos. I tried to go back there a few years ago, and found the area cleared for powerlines.