I was working on our backyard here in Fresno, moving a bunch of rock that had at least 40 years of dirt buildup in beds. I’d dig ’em up, pour ’em out on the steel grate of our chaise lounges and hose ’em off, pulling out the weeds, sticks, and leaves as I went through wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow for about 5 weeks straight.. About halfway through a dozen wheelbarrows, as I washed the dirt away, I started finding marbles. Not just one or two, but dozens. From the amount I found, I’d say some kid must have spilled his/her can on the rocks, and the marbles just disappeared into 4″ inches of rock, only to be buried with weed blower dirt over the next 40 years.
This jar is a combination of those marbles and a bunch of others I had stashed away in one of my garage boxes. I probably kept those to use with a slingshot.
I was working on our backyard here in Fresno, moving a bunch of rock that had at least 40 years of dirt buildup in beds. I’d dig ’em up, pour ’em out on the steel grate of our chaise lounges and hose ’em off, pulling out the weeds, sticks, and leaves as I went through wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow for about 5 weeks straight.. About halfway through a dozen wheelbarrows, as I washed the dirt away, I started finding marbles. Not just one or two, but dozens. From the amount I found, I’d say some kid must have spilled his/her can on the rocks, and the marbles just disappeared into 4″ inches of rock, only to be buried with weed blower dirt over the next 40 years.
This jar is a combination of those marbles and a bunch of others I had stashed away in one of my garage boxes. I probably kept those to use with a slingshot.
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