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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Jan 25, 2024 16:33:32 GMT -5
Todays coins are a favorite find. Both found in HRM although I lived in NFLD for a few years never found them there.
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Jan 24, 2024 16:58:25 GMT -5
Next time you get a silver coin Les, get some thick tin foil or if not double it over, spit on both sides of the coin, then wrap the foil over it relatively tight. After a few seconds you’ll here it crackle if you put it close to your ears and if you smell it, it will smell like a rotten egg. When The crackling stops remove the foil and give the coin a rinse. Clean all my silver coins this way, roman medieval ,Saxon etc no fancy stuff.
post thanks to UK friend.
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Jan 24, 2024 16:06:10 GMT -5
Three nice local cancels. Fun to find , collect and research.
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Jan 24, 2024 9:47:54 GMT -5
Todays coins. used a glass pie plate lined with tin foil and added vinegar and baking soda to clean.
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Jan 22, 2024 8:19:46 GMT -5
Seems like commercial interests can fill in the Bedford basin with no problem to expand the container pier while property owners on the Northwest Arm are trying to expand and meeting resistance.
Way of the world where big business seems to controls all levels of government when it comes to the buck.
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Jan 21, 2024 17:05:53 GMT -5
Find it a tad off kilter when it says that a fruit drink on a tv ad states that a fruit juice contains real fruit...what else in the halibut could be in it....cod liver oil. Imagine with the lack of facts, truth and funny characters ad agencies think we are all gullible.
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Jan 15, 2024 12:33:03 GMT -5
For those diggers in the cold this outfit is a must for maximum warmness and style.
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Jan 8, 2024 8:52:07 GMT -5
Another stunning silver land that came out of the Dingle years ago. Slightly larger than a silver dollar. Fav find is Big Guy stuff.
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Dec 30, 2023 20:17:22 GMT -5
Danced to this band at the Shore Club...my home.
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Dec 30, 2023 20:13:14 GMT -5
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Dec 30, 2023 15:12:58 GMT -5
Massacre on Conic Prime By the dawns early light the Freedom Class battle star Garrett prepared to lift off. The mauve sky was punctuated by distant silver specs of stars far out in the Epsilon Quadrant. (Photo 1). Sub Cohort Sarkany was in command of this mission. A veteran of WW6, The Punic Purge and sent to Viztec 3 to stop a rebellion. That campaign had left its mark on the sub cohort who had suffered a wound from a particle disrupter during the conflict. SC Sarkany had had free range to pick his crew for this mission to root out the terrorists on the planet Coinacopia where the insurgents had dug in below hospitals, schools and playgrounds. Sad lot using the inhabitants of the planet as a human shield. While in hyperspace Sarkany contacted his leader, Two Moon General Dad along with his chief tactician, Chevron 1st degree Donald who warned of the inhumane tactics of the Coinic Freedom Fighters as they so proudly called themselves. Donald still wore his chevron which had been awarded him for his life time of service to the forces by Supreme Leader Justno Gud Trudeau. (photos 3 and 4). During this telepathic conversation Sarkany removed the good luck token from his vest pocket over his heart; given to him years ago by Donald who at the time was just a lowly mobile infantry grunt. (P5) . Cruising at space fold speed 8.5 the Garrett had used up most of its energy fobs requiring a stop at outpost Tim Whorenut for a refueling and a brew. While sitting at the bar Sarkany observed a wanted man. A man not wanted only in this quadrant but every one that had been explored. Mangy character with no loyalty, empathy or God given right to be free. He had been convicted in absentia of a pyramid scheme by the Galactic Supreme Court. This was evident by the hockey cards that he sold at Tim Whorenuts whereas it was near impossible to complete the set. After pointing his bone butcher repeater at his head Moritz Seider of the Red Wing Clan came peacefully. (P6) This arrest left just 2 more felons free in the clan.(p7) No welcoming party. No weapons of mass destruction came Sarkanys way! Landing in the apocoliptic wasteland The Garrett Battle Star had to knock out an Imperial Walker that the terrorists had purchased from planet Iranius.(p8) The proton blast from the ship had utterly and totally destroyed the war machine leaving broken limbs scattered for a parsec(p9) with a dog tag found from one of the terrorists. May he rot in Hade!(p10) The battle was bloody. The sky darkened as a cascade of snow limited visibility. War is hell. The Garretts took many casualties but in the end they were no match for the skill and tactics of the chosen few. (p11) To see the full post go to Leslie Sarkany on Facebook
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Dec 19, 2023 6:11:13 GMT -5
A friend of mine who I used to play hockey with drew this wonderful picture. man has talent with either a pick or a pencil in his hand. Thanks Blair! Woody Diggit never looked so good.
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Dec 13, 2023 14:06:40 GMT -5
From one of my favorite countries to collect.
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Dec 5, 2023 21:42:51 GMT -5
T'was the day before Christmas with Marie gone to God knows where. Probably out shopping or doing her hair. While the Bluenoser was at home with nay not a care In front of his computer only dressed in underwear. Feeling downhearted and almost quite dead He went out digging and found a new head! chrishead.webp (5.03 KB) Well the day was much colder , colder then most Don't forget the bouys living on Canada's eastern coast. cleatxmas.webp (4.48 KB) Quota Guru was swinging freely , slowly with no great haste While the Bluenoser's face began to turn blue and looked like used paste. He then heard the familiar beep at the base of his feet Bent down lowly and dug up a cleat. Now Prancer, Dancer, Vixen along with the rest of the crew Were flying over head yonder a doing the dew. With all this digging and 38 coins at six fifty three The Bluenoser headed homeward to admire his Christmas tree. xmasfinds.webp (6.06 KB)
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Dec 1, 2023 20:45:44 GMT -5
When Marie and I got together 25 years ago a single bed seemed too small. Now after 25 years a king size bed seems too small!
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