All most 2 years ago

I moved. I packed everything up, put my ring in a box so I could find it quick.
Well I forgot which box I put it in. So yesterday I was going to find.
I sure did it was in a box inside a tub with my OGP.

 

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Cool find. It's like Christmas when I find stuff I safely tucked away and forgot about.

 

Congratulations on the find!



My secret Santa gift from 2017 is lost in a box somewhere. It was right after Christmas and we were painting our house. I put it into a box so I wouldn’t lose it and....

Still haven’t found it yet. One day though....

 

thats the kind of stuff that happens when i clean my basement. last week we were cleaning and i found my 1955-s cent in a bin. i put it there when we left for vacation last year and i thought i lost it

 

Good for you! I really like that! I would like to buy a ring someday with a good ole Indian in it.

 

Nice Find. I had similar feelings when I decided to dig into my 70 years accumulation. Pure fun.

 

Sort of like Christmas, isn’t it?

 

I looked through a box I packed three years ago while moving from Oklahoma to the north woods and all I found were a couple dead scorpions.

 

Are you sure it was your car??

 

Hey at my age it's Christmas everytime I go to my PO Box.

 

Hang in there you'll find it someday.

 

Hey, at my age it's Christmas everytime I remember where my PO Box is.

 

Great rediscovery! Congrats.

Here's my story. The date is June, 2000. My son's 13th birthday. It also corresponds to his Bar Mitzvah. We threw him a nice but modest soiree. One of the gifts he received was from my uncle, his great uncle. The gift was enclosed in a card within an envelope, cash. My uncle gave the card to my son right in front of me. My son graciously thanked him and in turn handed the envelope directly to me.

Fast forward 4-5 hours. We're home and my son is opening his gifts. We're recording all the gifts he received so he can personalize each thank you card he's planning to send out.

We finished opening all the gifts and the only gift missing was the gift from my uncle. Distraught, we searched all the pockets of my suit, my wife's purse, the car, the house and even called the reception venue to ask if anyone might have turned in a lost "greeting card'. All to no avail.

Here's the hard part. I had to call my uncle to ask a couple of questions. First, did I/we inadvertently give the envelope back to him among all the hoopla and partying? His response was 'no'. Second, crossing my fingers I asked him if he gave the gift in the form of a check? His response was 'no, it was five $100 bills'.

I proceeded to explain the conundrum we were facing and how incredibly irresponsible I was misplacing his generous gift. He was not upset. He immediately offered to send another gift duplicating the first one. I told him that was incredibly generous and also explicitly explained that was not going to happen. He was a bit perturbed but acquiesced when he saw that I was unrelenting in my stance. My uncle has always been exceedingly benevolent with his gift giving, so this whole exchange was not a pleasant one.

Fast forward 14 years to 2014. My son is living in Korea. My daughter has graduated from grad school and moved on. We're empty nesters. We decide to do some cleaning, consolidating and purging. One of the purges is the stack of papers two feet high next to my wife's dresser. Included in the 'pile o' file' are my son's Bar Mitzvah cards. Why we saved them is still an unknown. In our parting ways with the cards we reminisced one more time about the great time we had. The topic of my uncle's missing gift had become taboo. Unspoken between us we never brought that subject up again. It was a sore spot from an otherwise proud and joyful day.

Anyway, we begin going through each card. We get to one card in particular, open it, and five crisp new $100 bills fall into my wife's lap. Jaws agape, eyes bulging wide, speechless for just a moment, my wife and I simultaneously throw both arms into the air as if we scored a touchdown. Obviously no words needed to be spoken about what we just found. My uncle's gift somehow, someway eluded us 14 years earlier only to find its way to us once again.

Our first call went to my uncle. To say he was elated would be a gross understatement of his emotion. He was thrilled, as were we.

The second call was a Skype call to Korea. We told our son what we found and he was also thrilled. We immediately sent the $500 to pay down one of his student loans.

To this day we have no idea whatsoever how that gift was misplaced and ultimately found its way into the stack of emptied cards..... and saved!

 

Nice long story. I'm happy that the $500 wasn't used to buy a nice coin.

 

I've never been accused of being succinct

 

I have a Jeff nickel that is only stamped on one side, and has 5 cents scrawled on the blank side in marker.
I have been told that its impossible.
I guess I am like the lady in the old joke who would imagine 3 impossible things before breakfast.
Have no idea where it is.

 

I have the opposite story (but hopefully it hasn't ended yet). Around 50 years ago, my mother gave me a US trade dollar. It was in decent condition, except for a few serious dings. It was in a small plastic flat box (2x2), and that went into one of our moving boxes, loose. That was 20 years ago this month! I think it was from the 1870's, and I think it was a CC-mint. It was put into a box that had pretty much 100% miscellaneous stuff that we knew we didn't need, and so we never got around to unpacking it.

After moving, I went through all the boxes quickly, didn't find it, and then moved on to boxes that we needed to unpack. The rest of the boxes got put into our garage. And they are still sitting there. Some day, when I have time, I'll go through them to look for it. (Problem is: I've been thinking "some day when I have time" for 20 years!). But, now the kids are out of the house, and I think I might have time this July. (Maybe if I put it on my calendar . . . !)

 

I hope you find it and post a photo.