In a stroke of amazing luck...the family who currently lives a few houses down from our old house in Owensville...found an item that has been lost for over 50 years. Apparently while digging in their garden space within the last week or so...they uncovered a little piece of metal. They cleaned it off...and thankfully...took the time to investigate the information that was on it. After a little research...they contacted my niece Diane...who still lives in the Owensville area...and dropped off the prize at her house.
It was a dog tag...that my brother Dave...who passed away 1 month ago...had made for himself at the Princeton fair some years before we moved from Owensville in 1962.
Dave would have had such a laugh...and would have been so excited...if only it had been found a few months earlier.
Some in our family have even suggested...it's just Dave letting us know he got where he needed to go...and he's doing fine.
Who am I to argue that?
Dan
No doubt, Dave was just letting you know he's okay! I had a similar experience about a month after my mom died. :)
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