Fond memories of summers spent at grandma's farm

[StoneHunter]

My illness of picking up rocks started in the early 1970s when I was a kid visiting grandma's farm in Georgia. Only when visiting grandma was I allowed to roam with my bb gun, something I looked forward to every summer. That and grandma's homemade peanut brittle! One day, while walking through a peanut field, I spotted a pretty blood red rock. This was my first Native American Indian artifact. Unfortunately I will have to post a picture of that point at a later date as I'm unable to locate the key to the case it's locked in. Instead, I'll throw on some pics of the kind of stuff I was finding in the fields around grandma's house.

This is but a small sample of the rocks I picked up as a kid. The longest point measures 3 1/8th inches.


This is one of two dismal swamp points I found, the better one being locked in the aforementioned case.


Broken but oh so purdy!


More to follow...

 

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[Shorewalker]

Wow, that sounds like some wonderful summers at your grandmother's. Thanks for posting and I look forward to seeing more of your collection.

 

[newnan man]

Love the story and shared memories! Nice points, they look like Georgia points I've found. What state was grandma's farm in?

 

[Hawks88]

Nice points and a nice story too. Thanks for sharing.

 

[StoneHunter]

Her place was in Cochran Georgia, on the limestone creek.

 

[Rookster]

Great story and times at Grandma's

 

[sandchip]

Good stuff that I can relate to. Thanks for sharing them, and the memories of your grandmother, with us.