Rockhound Time
I don't remember how old I was but it was not past my 12th birthday when our family traveled back to Long Island to see my mother's cousin. This is the same cousin's house where I did my first vacation (see picture below). Here is me on that first trip. Ah! Childhood memories of those days of freedom! Well on that later trip I visited with my cousin's (yes all family members are cousins or aunts and uncles if they are anyway related) neighbor's house. This man worked in New York City and collected minerals. I say minerals but we call ourselves "Rockhounds" which is the more common term, but few of us have collections of rocks. He had applied his minerals to his house. he had lamp shades covered with crushed minerals that glow in the dark. he had fence lines with crystals of all sorts growing in all directions. But the one display that I will always remember is a dull waxy piece of clear stone about one inch in diameter squarely placed in the center on a da...