Dkzs: Thank you for the mineral porn…:lol: Your work actually gets me high just looking at them…
When I was a child in the early 70’s, I was into the scienes, including geology. I had a nice little collection of specimens I found and also some I bought at natural history museums.
I lived near some woods where I played everyday. On the edge of the woods was a big 1920’s house, almost mansion sized, where an older genteleman lived. Us kids were kinda scared of him as we’d see him in the yard but were afraid to speak to him and he never spoke to us. A kind of wary standoff…
One day in late spring of '73 (I was 11 at the time), I was scavenging around the bushes on the edge of his property and I came upon a small pile of rocks. Curious, I dug in the pile and there were some awsome specimens in there! Mostly quarts crystals (rose and white). A few of nice size (2 inches).
As I was digging the gentleman came over with a smile on his face and introduced himself as Mr. Keyes. He asked me if I had an interest in minerals and I said I did and told him about my collection (small as it was, about 25 specimens). He then asked if I would like to see some specimens he collected over the years. I readily accepted his offer.
He led me into his home and brought me into a large room where there were a number of lit cases containing a plethora of minerals and gems of very fine quality. I ran case to case like a kid in a candy shop!
He laughed at my enthusiasm and took me on a tour of them. If I recall correctly, he used to collect specimens for various natural history museums.
He was impressed with my entusiasm for geology at such a young age and presented me with a 2 1/2" specimen of Prehnite! That was one hell of a gift! I still have it along with a small portion of my old collection (mostly minerals) which I had glued to the bottom of an old cigar box.
I used to go visit him a few times a year after that. We’d sit on his porch in the rocking chairs he had there, drinking cokes or lemonade, talking about rocks and our families. An amazingly cool old man.
One day, in 1977,(I was 15 then), I wandered over to the house and there was a young man there, about 20 years old or so. I walked up and asked him where Mr. Keyes was. He said that Mr. Keyes had passed on and he was Mr. Keyes grandson and that he had inherited the property. I was devastated. But I was glad that I got to spend some time with him in his last years.
As a footnote, the grandson, Jeff, was a graduate of Juliard and an AMAZING musician. He played at least 10 instruments with much skill. From woodwinds, to keyboards to guitar, he excelled at all. His speciality was Spanish Guitar and I’ve never known anyone as skilled on the guitar as he was. He taught me guitar for about a year and then sold the property and moved away. I never got good at the guitar, but that was due to my lack of skill, not Jeff’s…
I still think of both of them occasionally. Two incredible people who made my life a lot more interesting.
I still suck at playing the guitar though…:lol:
Happy holidays to you and I hope my story gave you a little enjoyment,
Dickie