I was watching a TV program about earth moving equipment and I remembered how the kids in my neighborhood and I did a little street work ourselves. My parents built a new house in 1952 in a new housing addition. Before the land was plotted for houses it had been farmland. Our house was on the side of a hill and the street stopped just passed it. As more lots were opened up, gravel streets were made. It was at the top of the hill that my buddies and I found buried treasure. I can't remember which one of us discovered the treasure, but it was smack dab in the middle of the intersection just below the gravel,,,,hard, solid rock. And not just any rock. It was quartz. At first, we found small pieces. The biggest maybe the size of your fist. But as we dug around, we found bigger pieces. At first, we didn't know what it was. It just seemed special to us because it was kinda clear like glass with different colors in it. Well, we kept digging around, finding more and more quartz. some pieces were small, but every once and a while we'd find big pieces. Then, we hit the mother lode! It must have been at least a foot long and 8 inches wide at the surface. Little did we know when we started digging it up, how thick it would be. It turned out to be about 6 inches thick and weighed close to 8 pounds. A huge chunk! There were a lot of holes in the street as we hunted for the treasure. We tried to fill in the holes by taking gravel from other parts of the street, but there was never enough. I often wondered what the construction guys thought about all the holes in the new street.