Treasures Left Behind

Cleaning out the house has been a chore.

It takes time to go through twenty years of accumulation of stuff, some of it worth saving, most of it not.

A lot of it came with us when we moved from Bozeman, including a box labeled rocks and another labeled iron. Opening them for the first time in decades I was disappointed to find they were just that — a box of relatively unremarkable rocks and old horseshoes.

What had I been thinking?

At least it was easy to dispose of them.

Another rock is more difficult to toss. A recent find, it’s a Native grindstone that I unearthed when burying my dog Jem nea...