I was 10 years old. My grandpa in another state was actually metal detecting and coming up with all sorts of cool stuff, but I simply wasn't interested. I was a kid.
Here's a treasure story though, kind of: back in my childhood, I'd spend the summer with my grandparents on both sides, kind of switching back and forth. My grandparents on my father's side (not the detector grandpa, he was on my mother's side) had all of their relatives in another state though, so we'd go there sometimes. Regardless of where we were, the folks on my dad's side loved to play blackjack, and we were taught how to play at an early age so that there were more people at the table. Looking back, I realize now that these games were played more for bragging rights than money, but gambling requires money and since we were kids, we were provided with a bit tin of change to use. These were penny hands, after all...I mean, kids were playing.
When I think back to that tin though, I remember what was in it. My grandmother and her sisters couldn't adequately explain to me why the mercuries, Walkers, and indian pennies looked different, but they were there. (That pot of blackjack change had probably been in the family for a century, if not more.) And I know what you're thinking now: where did it go? The answer is that I don't know. I was still in the service when my grandparents passed. It's no longer in the immediate family, I can tell you that.
That's the kind of crap that the old-timers take for granted, that the folks from my generation cherish, and that the kids coming up now will never know. As much as I hate the term, it is what it is. Right? I'd kill to know what came out of some of the areas around here during that period of time, if only to know what was dropped there back in the day.